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For, on his way home, he had flung himself down in the Stony Bottom just as he was, heedless of the wet earth and his father's coat, and, lying on his face thinking of that second mother lost to him, had wept his heart out in a storm of passionate grief. Now he stood defiantly, his hand upon the door. "What d'yo' want?" The little man looked from him to the picture in his hand.
Look yo I could have a hole knocked through t' back wall o' t' kitchen and a winder put there and roon oop a wooden partition and make a passage for yo t' goa to yore awn plaace, soa's Maaggie'll not bae in yore road." "You needn't. I like it best as it is." "Do yo? D'yo mind thot Soonda yo caame laasst year? Yo've aassked mae whan it was I started thinkin' of yo. It was than.
'E wanted mae bad." "'E wanted yo? Coorse 'e wanted yo. Yo sud na 'ave gien in to 'im, yo softie. D'yo think yo're the only woon thot's tampted? Look at mae. I could 'a got into trooble saven times to yore woonce, ef I 'ad'n kaped my 'ead an' respected mysel. Yore Jim Greatorex! Ef a maan like Jim 'ad laaid a 'and on mae, 'e'd a got soomthin' t' remamber afore I'd 'a gien in to 'im.
Many an eye was directed on M'Adam; but that little man appeared all unconscious. "Weel, Mr. Saunderson," he was saying in, shrill accents, "and shall ye tie Shep?" "What d'yo' think?" asked Rob, eying the man at whom the measure was aimed. "Why, it's this way, I'm thinkin'," the little man replied. "Gin ye haud Shep's the guilty one I wad, by all manner o' means or shootin'd be aiblins better.
"Then yo' do," he cried, triumphant, "I knew yo' did." He approached close to her chair, his face clouded with eager anxiety. "But d'yo' like me more'n just likin', Maggie? d'yo'," he bent and whispered in the little ear. The girl cuddled over her work so that he could not see her face. "If yo' won't tell me yo' can show me," he coaxed. "There's other things besides words."
'What d'yo want 'im for? she asked contemptuously, as the new-comer approached: 'he'd owt to be in th' sylum. Aunt Hannah says he's gone that silly, he owt to be took up. 'Well, he woan't be, then, retorted David. 'Theer's nobory about as ull lay a finger on 'im. He doan't do her no harm, nor yo noather. Women foak and gells allus want to be wooryin soomthin.
As he spoke, a swinging box on the ear nearly knocked the young reprobate down. "D'yo' think God gave you a dad for you to jeer at? Y'ought to be ashamed o' yo'self. Serve yo' right if he does thrash yo' when yo' get home." And David, turning round, found James Moore close behind him, his heavy eyebrows lowering over his eyes.
When he had driven a peg into a cranny of the rock, trimmed half a dip carefully, lighted it, put it into the lantern, and hung the lantern on the peg, he fell back on his heels to study the effect, with a beaming countenance, filled all through with the essentially human joy of contrivance. 'Now, then, d'yo see what that tarpaulin's for? he inquired triumphantly of Louie.
Ask yer conscience, Mr. M'Adam. An' if he was a wee aggravatin' at times, had he no reason? He'd a heavy cross to bear, had David, and yo' know best if yo' helped to ease it for him." The little man pointed to the door; but the girl paid no heed. "D'yo' think when yo' were cruel to him, jeerin' and fleerin', he never felt it, because he was too proud to show ye?
Hafflins I think that where I'm gaein' to there'll be gray dogs sneakin' around me in the twilight. And they're aye behind and behind, and I canna, canna " Teddy Bolstock interrupted, lifting his hand for silence. "D'yo' hear thot? Thunder!" They listened; and from without came a gurgling, jarring roar, horrible to hear. "It's comin' nearer!" "Nay, it's goin' away!" "No thunder thot!"
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