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For, in the matter of his own business the handling of sheep Red Wull bid fair to be second only throughout the Daleland to the Gray Dog of Kenmuir. And M'Adam was patient and painstaking in the training of his Wullie in a manner to astonish David.
It was nigh fifty years since Rex son o' Rally had won back the Trophy for the land that gave it birth; it was time, they thought, for a Daleland dog, a Gray Dog of Kenmuir the terms are practically synonymous to bring it home again.
Sitting always alone in the background, little M'Adam would listen with an incredulous grin on his sallow face. "Oh, ma certes! The devil's in the dog! It's no cannie ava!" he would continually exclaim, as Tammas told his tale. In the Daleland you rarely see a stranger's face.
"'If Th' Owd Un had kept wi' me, I should ha' had him." And "I tell ye I did have him, but James Moore pulled me aff. Strange, too, his dog not bein' wi' him!" AN immense sensation this affair of the Scoop created in the Daleland. It spurred the Dalesmen into fresh endeavors. James Moore and M'Adam were examined and re-examined as to the minutest details of the matter.
So these two shook hands in the moonlight, with none to witness it but the God who made them. And that is why the mystery of the Black Killer is yet unsolved in the Daleland. Many have surmised; besides those three only one other knows knows now which of those two he saw upon a summer night was the guilty, which the innocent. And Postie Jim tells no man.
It was always such black nights, nights of wind and weather, when no man would be abroad, that the murderer chose for his bloody work; and that was how he became known from the Red Screes to the Muir Pike as the Black Killer. In the Daleland they still call a wild, wet night "A Black Killer's night:" for they say: "His ghaist'll be oot the night."
Those few hairs told their own accusing tale. To but one creature in the Daleland could they belong "Th' Tailless Tyke." "He mun a bin trespassin'!" cried Andrew. "Ay, and up to some o' his bloody work, I'll lay my life," the Master answered. "But Th' Owd Un shall show us." The old dog's hurts proved less severe than had at first seemed possible.
Come, Wullie, we'll leave 'em to chew that"; and he marched out of the room amid the jeers of the assembled topers. When quiet was restored, it was Jim Mason who declared: "One thing certain, win or no, they'll not be far off." Meanwhile the summer ended abruptly. Hard on the heels of a sweltering autumn the winter came down. In that year the Daleland assumed very early its white cloak.
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