to new points。 Now； near sunset； there was the fanfare for officers' orders for the next day。 The sergeant put Bobby into Queen Margaret's Chapel； bade him remain there； and went down to the Palace Yard。 The chapel on the summit was a convenient place for picking the little dog up on his way to the officers' mess。 Then he meant to have his own supper cozily at Mr。 Traill's and to negotiate for Bobby。
A dozen people would have crowded this ancient oratory； but； small as it was； it was fitted with a chancel rail and a font for baptizing the babies born in the Castle。 Through the window above the altar； where the sainted Queen was pictured in stained glass； the sunlight streamed and laid another jeweled image on the stone floor。 Then the colors faded； until the holy place became an austere cell。 The sun had dropped behind the western Highlands。
Bobby thought it quite time to go home。 By day he often went far afield； seeking distraction； but at sunset he yearned for the grave in Greyfriars。 The steps up which he had come lay in plain view from the doorway of the chapel。 Bobby dropped down the stairs； and turned into the main roadway of the Castle。 At the first arch that spanned it a red…coated guard paced on the other side of a closed gate。 It would not be locked until tattoo； at nine thirty； but； without a pass； no one could go in or out。 Bobby sprang on the bars and barked； as much as to say： 〃Come awa'； man； I hae to get oot。〃
The guard stopped； presented arms to this small； peremptory terrier； and inquired facetiously if he had a pass。 Bobby bristled and yelped indignantly。 The soldier grinned with amusement。 Sentinel duty was lonesome business； and any diversion a relief。 In a guardhouse asleep when Bobby came into the Castle； he had not seen the little dog before and knew nothing about him。 He might be the property of one of the regiment ladies。 Without orders he dared not let Bobby out。 A furious and futile onslaught on the gate he met with a jocose feint of his bayonet。 Tiring of the play； presently； the soldier turned his back and paced to the end of his beat。
Bobby stopped barking in sheer astonishment。 He gazed after the stiff； retreating back； in frightened disbelief that he was not to be let out。 He attacked the stone under the barrier； but quickly discovered its unyielding nature。 Then he howled until the sentinel came back； but when the man went by without looking at him he uttered a whimpering cry and fled upward。 The roadway was dark and the dusk was gathering on the citadel when Bobby dashed across the summit and down into the brightly lighted square of the Palace Yard。
The gas…lamps were being lighted on the bridge； and Mr。 Traill was getting into his streetcoat for his call on Mr。 Brown when Tammy put his head in at the door of the restaurant。 The crippled laddie had a warm； uplifted look； for Love had touched the sordid things of life； and a miracle had bloomed for the tenement dwellers around Greyfriars。
〃Maister Traill； Mrs。 Brown says wull ye please send Bobby hame。 Her gude…mon's frettin' for 'im； an' syne； a' the folk aroond the kirkyaird hae come to the gate to see the bittie dog's braw collar。 They wullna believe the Laird Provost gied it to 'im for a chairm gin they dinna see it wi' their gin een。〃
〃Why； mannie； Bobby's no' here。 He must be in the kirkyard。〃
〃Nae； he isna。 I ca'ed； an' Ailie keeked in ilka place amang the stanes。〃
They stared at each other； the landlord serious； the laddie's lip trembling。 Mr。 Traill had not returned from his numerous errands about the city until the middle of the afternoon。 He thought； of course； that Bobby had been in for his dinner； as usual； and had returned to the kirkyard。 It appeared； now； that no one about the diningrooms had seen the little dog。 Everybody had thought that Mr。 Traill had taken Bobby with him。 He hurried down to the gate to find Mistress Jeanie at the wicket； and a crowd of tenement women and children in the alcove and massed down Candlemakers Row。 Alarm spread like a contagion。 In eight years and more Bobby had not been outside the kirkyard gate after the sunset bugle。 Mrs。 Brown turned pale。
〃Dinna say the bittie dog's lost； Maister Traill。 It wad gang to the heart o' ma gudemon。〃
〃Havers； woman； he's no' lost。〃 Mr。 Traill spoke stoutly enough。 〃Just go up to the lodge and tell Mr。 Brown I'mweel； I'll just attend to that sma' matter my ainsel'。〃 With that he took a gay face and a set…up air into the lodge to meet Mr。 Brown's glowering eye。
〃Whaur's the dog； man？ I've been deaved aboot 'im a' the day； but I haena seen the sonsie rascal nor the braw collar the Laird Provost gied 'im。 An' syne； wi' the folk comin' to spier for 'im an' swarmin' ower the kirkyaird； ye'd think a warlock was aboot。 Bobby isna your dog〃
〃Haud yoursel'； man。 Bobby's a famous dog； with the freedom of Edinburgh given to him； and naething will do but Glenormiston must show him to a company o' grand folk at his bit country place。 He's sending in a cart by a groom； and I'm to tak' Bobby out and fetch him hame after a braw dinner on gowd plate。 The bairns meant weel； but they could no' give Bobby a washing fit for a veesit with the nobeelity。 I had to tak' him to a barber for a shampoo。〃
Mr。 Brown roared with laughter。 〃Man； ye hae mair fule notions i' yer heid。 Ye'll hae to pay a shullin' or twa to a barber； an' Bobby'll be sae set up there'll be nae leevin' wi' 'im。 Sit ye doon an' tell me aboot the collar； man。〃
〃I can no' stop now to wag my tongue。 Here's the gude…wife。 I'll just help her get you awa' to your bed。〃
It was dark when he returned to the gate； and the Castle wore its luminous crown。 The lights from the street lamps flickered on the up…turned； anxious faces。 Some of the children had begun to weep。 Women offered loud suggestions。 There were surmises that Bobby had been run over by a cart in the street； and angry conjectures that he had been stolen。 Then Ailie wailed：
〃Oh； Maister Traill； the bittie dog's deid！〃
〃Havers； lassie！ I'm ashamed o' ye for a fulish bairn。 Bobby's no' deid。 Nae doot he's amang the stanes i' the kirkyaird。 He's aye scramblin' aboot for vermin an' pussies； an' may hae hurt himsel'； an' ye a' ken the bonny wee wadna cry oot i' the kirkyaird。 Noo； get to wark； an' dinna stand there greetin' an' waggin' yer tongues。 The mithers an' bairns maun juist gang hame an' stap their havers； an' licht a' the candles an' cruisey lamps i' their hames； an' set them i' the windows aboon the kirkyaird。 Greyfriars is murky by the ordinar'； an' ye couldna find a coo there wi'oot the lichts。〃
The crowd suddenly melted away； so eager were they all to have a hand in helping to find the community pet。 Then Mr。 Traill turned to the boys。
〃Hoo mony o' ye laddies hae the bull's…eye lanterns？〃
Ah！ not many in the old buildings around the kirkyard。 These japanned tin aids to dark adventures on the golf links on autumn nights cost a sixpence and consumed candles。 Geordie Ross and Sandy McGregor； coming up arm in arm； knew of other students and clerks who still had these cherished toys of boyhood。 With these heroes in the lead a score or more of laddies swarmed into the kirkyard。
The tenements were lighted up as they had not been since nobles held routs and balls there。 Enough candles and oil were going up in smoke to pay for wee Bobby's license all over again； and enough love shone in pallid little faces that peered into the dusk to light the darkest corner in the heart of the world。 Rays from the bull's…eyes were thrown into every nook and cranny。 Very small laddies insinuated themselves into the narrowest places。 They climbed upon high vaults and let themselves down in last year's burdocks and tangled vines。 It was all done in silence； only Mr。 Traill speaking at all。 He went everywhere with the searchers； and called：
〃Whaur are ye； Bobby？ Come awa' oot； laddie！〃
But no gleaming ghost of a tousled dog was conjured by the voice of affection。 The tiniest scratching or lowest moaning could have been heard； for the warm spring evening was very still； and there were； as yet； few leaves to rustle。 Sleepy birds complained at being disturbed on their perches； and rodents could be heard scampering along their runways。 The entire kirkyard was explored； then the interior of the two kirks。 Mr。 Traill went up to the lodge for the keys； saying； optimistically； that a sexton might unwittingly have locked Bobby in。 Young men with lanterns went through the courts of the tenements； around the Grassmarket； and under the arches of the bridge。 Laddies dropped from the wall and hunted over Heriot's Hospital grounds to Lauriston market。 Tammy； poignantly conscious of being of no practical use； sat on Auld Jock's grave； firm in the conviction that Bobby would return to that spot his ainsel' And Ailie； being only a maid； whose portion it was to wait and weep； lay across the window…sill； on the pediment of the tomb； a limp little figure of woe。
Mr。 Traill's heart was full of misgiving。 Nothing but death or stone walls could keep that little creature from this beloved grave。 But； in thinking of stone walls； he never once thought of the Castle。 Away over to the east； in Broughton market； when the garrison marched away and at La