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And he availed himself to the full of his new opportunities. Often and often David was sore pressed to restrain himself. "Is't true what they're sayin' that Maggie Moore's nae better than she should be?" the little man asked one evening with anxious interest. "They're not sayin' so, and if they were 'twad be a lie," the boy answered angrily. M'Adam leant back in his chair and nodded his head.
It was a new idea tae me, and I'd no notion 'twad be a gude thing for both the company and me tae ha' me makin' records. Sae it was wi' a laugh on ma lips that I went into the recording room o' one o' the big companies for the first time. They had a' ready for me.
Then, still in the same small voice, now quivering imperceptibly, "Wad ye obleege me, sir, by leetin' the lamp? Or, d'ye think, Wullie, 'twad be soilin' his dainty fingers? They're mair used, I'm told, to danderin' with the bonnie brown hair o' his " "I'll not ha' ye talk o' ma Maggie so," interposed the boy passionately. "His Maggie, mark ye, Wullie his! I thocht 'twad soon get that far."
Gie 'em their chance, says he; and I'm wi' him. As 'tis, ye see me here a bad man wi' still a streak o' good in him. Gin I'd had ma chance, aiblins 'twad be a good man wi' just a spice o' the devil in him. A' the differ' betune what is and what might ha' bin." HE sat down. In the great hall there was silence, save for a tiny sound from the gallery like a sob suppressed.
"We couldna very weel. It's to be a three-cornered fight, an' Robert Duncan, brother to Tammas, has it sure." "'Twad be a good one on McCakeron," Neil mused. "To talk up Dunlop, who doesna care a cent for the eldership, an' then spring the Apoos-tate on him." "'Twould be bitter on 'Twenty-One," the cap'en added. He had been diddled by Sandy on a deal of seed-wheat.
Wale, ma'am; but ma father was off times down thar cuttin' peat." "Ah, then ye'll not a kenned farmer Dykes that lived by the Lin-tree Scaur. 'Tweer I that laid him out, poor aad fellow, and a dow man he was when aught went cross wi' him; and he cursed and sweared, twad gar ye dodder to hear him.
Your Red Wull, M'Adam, your Red Wull. It's your Wull's the Black Killer! It's your Wull's bin the plague o' the land these months past! It's your Wull's killed ma sheep back o'yon!" At that all the little man's affected good-humor fled. "Ye lee, mon! ye lee!" he cried in a dreadful scream, dancing up to his antagonist. "I knoo hoo 'twad be. I said so. I see what ye're at.
The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last The rattling showers rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed; That night a child might understand The de'il had business on his hand. A week passed before Capitola carried her resolution of calling upon the inmate of the Hidden House into effect.
"Ay, they tell't me that gin ony man knew 'twad be David M'Adam." David strode across the room. "No, no mair o' that," he shouted. "Y'ought to be 'shamed, an owd mon like you, to speak so o' a lass." The little man edged close up to his son, and looked up into the fair flushed face towering above him. "David," he said in smooth soft tones, "I'm 'stonished ye dinna strike yen auld dad."
He bounced over the plank-bridge: and as he came closer, M'Adam saw that in each hand brandished a brick. "Hoots, man! dinna throw!" he cried, making a feint as though to turn in sudden terror. "What's this? What's this?" gasped the secretary, waving his arms. "Bricks, 'twad seem," the other answered, staying his flight. The secretary puffed up like a pudding in a hurry. "Where's the Cup?
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