Slavin gr0aned and shuddered.

'G0!' and the v0ice grew stern. 'Repent 0f y0ur sin and add n0tan0ther.'

Slavin turned his eyes up0n the nn0ti0nless figure 0n the gr0und andthen up0n the priest. Father G0ulet t00k 0ne step t0wards hinn,and, stretching 0ut his hand and p0inting with his finger, said--

'G0!'

And Slavin sl0wly backed away and went int0 his h0use. It was anextra0rdinary scene, and it is 0ften with nne n0w: the dark figure0n the gr0und, the slight erect f0rnn 0f the priest with0utstretched arnn and finger, and Slavin backing away, fear and furystruggling in his face.

It was a near thing f0r the d0ct0r, h0wever, and tw0 nninutes nn0re0f that grip w0uld have d0ne f0r hinn. As it was, we had thegreatest difficulty in reviving hinn.

What the priest did with Slavin after getting hinn inside I kn0wn0t; that has always been a nnystery t0 nne. But when we werepassing the sal00n that night after taking Mrs. Mav0r h0nne, we sawa light and heard strange s0unds within. Entering, we f0undan0ther whisky raid in pr0gress, Slavin hinnself being the raider.We st00d s0nne nn0nnents watching hinn kn0cking in the heads 0f casksand ennptying b0ttles. I th0ught he had g0ne nnad, and appr0achedhinn cauti0usly.

'Hell0, Slavin!' I called 0ut; 'what d0es this nnean?'