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M'Adam, as'd pit aside his chanst o' the Cup, and that 'maist a gift for him" M'Adam's tongue was in his cheek "and it a certainty," the old man continued warmly, "oot o' respect for his wife's memory." The news was received in utter silence. The shock of the surprise, coupled with the bitterness of the disappointment, froze the slow tongues of his listeners.
His coat and cap were off, and his hair gleamed white in the sun; his sleeves were rolled up; and his face was twitching but set as he stood ready. The hubbub over the stream at length subsided. One of the judges nodded to him. "Noo, Wullie noo or niver! 'Scots wha hae'! " and they were off. "Back, gentlemen! back! He's off he's coming! M'Adam's coming!"
"Bob, lad, coom in!" called the other. Then he turned and looked down at the man beside him, contempt flaunting in every feature. "Well?" he said shortly. M'Adam's hands were opening and shutting; his face was quite white beneath the tan; but he spoke calmly. "I'll tell ye the whole story, and it's the truth," he said slowly.
Adam M'Adam's Red Wull became that little man's property for the following realizable assets: ninepence in cash three coppers and a doubtful sixpence; a plug of suspicious tobacco in a well-worn pouch; and an old watch. "It's clean givin' 'im ye," said the stranger bitterly, at the end of the deal. "It's mair the charity than aught else mak's me sae leeberal," the other answered gently.
"Ay, 'M'Adam's Wull'! And why not 'M'Adam's Wull'? Ha' ye ony objections to the name?" "I didn't know yo' was theer," said David, a thought sheepishly. "Na; or ye'd not ha' said it." "I'd ha' thought it, though," muttered the boy. Luckily, however, his father did not hear.
M'Adam's to be beat somehow, onyhow; and Moore's to win. So they've settled it, and so 'twill be onless, Wullie, onless but curse it! I've no the proof!" and he hammered the table before him and stamped on the floor. At midnight he arose, a mad, desperate plan looming through his fuddled brain. "I swore I'd pay him, Wullie, and I will. If I hang for it I'll be even wi' him.
Till Saturday I shall breathe no word to ony soul o' this business, so that if you see good to put him oot o' the way wi'oot bother, no one need iver know as hoo Adam M'Adam's Red Wull was the Black Killer." He turned away for the second time. But the little man sprang after him, and clutched him by the arm. "Look ye here, James Moore!" he cried in thick, shaky, horrible voice.
The crowd, silent and motionless, craned forward to watch the uncanny, white-haired little man and the huge dog, working so close below them. M'Adam's face was white; his eyes staring, unnaturally bright; his bent body projected forward; and he tapped with his stick on the ground like a blind man, coaxing the sheep in.
"I'll only say one thing more," he called slowly. "When your wife, whom I think we all loved, lay dying in that room above you, she said to you in my presence " It was M'Adam's turn to be angry. He made a step forward with burning face. "Aince and for a', Mr. Hornbut," he cried passionately, "onderstand I'll not ha' you and yer likes lay yer tongues on ma wife's memory whenever it suits ye.
And nothing further could they get from him, except that if David reappeared it was his firm resolve to hand him over to the police for attempted parricide. "'Brutal assault on an auld man by his son! 'Twill look well in the Argus; he! he! They couldna let him aff under two years, I'm thinkin'." M'Adam's version of the affair was received with quiet incredulity.
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