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Tell Uncle Billy what's happenit to ye; coom noo!" and the man took the child's hands affectionately into his. Then Ralph spoke. From a full heart, poor lad, he made his confession.
Bachelor Billy was rocking the boy in his arms as he would have rocked a baby. "There, noo, there, noo, quiet yoursel'," he said, and his voice was very soothing, "quiet yoursel'; ye've naught to dread; it'll a' coom oot richt. What's happenit to ye, Ralph, that ye s'ould be so fearfu'?" "N nothin'; I'm tired, that's all. I guess I'll go to bed again." He went back to bed, but not to sleep.
"Be ye sure o' that, Ralph? be ye sure o' it?" "Oh! they ain't no mistake about it; they couldn't be." "Well, the guid Lord save ye, lad!" and Billy looked the boy over carefully from head to foot, apparently to see if he had undergone any change during his absence. Then he continued: "Coom, sit ye, then; sit ye, an' tell us aboot it a'; how happenit it, eh?"
A growing fear had taken possession of his mind that something was wrong, and so terribly wrong that they dared not tell it to him. When the clock struck two, he sat up in the bed and looked at Andy Gilgallon with a sternness in his face that was seldom seen there. "Andy," he said, "tha's summat ye're a-keepin' fra me. If aught's happenit to the lad I want ye s'ould tell me.
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