Go fetch me dry clothes. I will change, and then we will ride away to Heathdown junction, and thence away to a new life in a new land.' Kitty drew in her breath. 'But are ye able? Are ye strong enough, Eric? Art sure thou canst give up all for a life with me?' 'Faith of a Borderer!' he answered gaily, as he kissed her hand. 'Now go and do as I bid. There's no time to be lost. See! I grow stronger every minute,' and he rose up on his knee and crawled forth from his refuge assisted by Kitty. Then she went swiftly back to the farm and brought with her dry clothes and a plaid, a second time she returned for meat and drink for her lover, and the third and last time for his horse, which she had already stabled in the byre. 'And now,' said Eric in her ear, as he lifted her into the saddle, 'we'll ride westward where we'll buy another "Bower" in another land.' * * * * * Through the early mist that morning an old shepherd was making his way home from a late mart, when he encountered what he swore was 'the wraith o' a great muckle moss-trooper wi' his marrow ahint him ridin' the ae black horse.' Arrived at home, he roused his wife, and imparted his information. 'Whisht, man, hand your whisht,' retorted she. 'Noo get intil your ain bed. Ye aye see _double_ after a mart day.' THE TALE OF THE THREE ANTIQUARIES Th