THE SILVER FOX 105 



next week ye'll be afther him axing him to 

 take ye back." 



"Is it himf replied the undaunted 

 Mortheen ; " little I'd think of breaking his 

 snout for him, or Glasgow's ayther ! " 



As he spoke, the whistle of an engine, 

 thinned by distance, made itself heard, and 

 away on the horizon the steam cloud 

 blossomed like a silver flower against the 

 sunny sky. 



When the engine and its accompanying 

 brake-van drew up at the station, Glasgow's 

 eye could discover no flaw in the exemplary 

 and dead silent industry that prevailed. 

 The shovelfuls flung by Mortheen were 

 heavier and more frequent than those of his 

 fellows, and even the spectacle of Lady 

 Susan emerging in sables from the van and 

 passing among the buckets and heaps of 

 lime, did not seem to be noticed by so 

 much as the lift of an eyelid. It was 

 almost one o'clock, and the ganger, trans- 

 formed into an official of submissive 

 urbanity, sounded his whistle for the dinner- 



