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Champion, Challenge, etc.," he jerked out. "Mind, sir, you're responsible! wholly responsible! Dents, damages, delays! What's it all mean, sir? These these monstrous creations " he brandished the bricks, and M'Adam started back "wrapped, as I live, in straw, sir, in the Cup case, sir! the Cup case! No Cup! Infamous! Disgraceful! Insult me meeting committee every one! What's it mean, sir?"
And thus they were situated, lover-like, when a low, rapt voice broke in on them, 'A dear-lov'd lad, convenience snug, A treacherous inclination. "Oh, Wullie, I wush you were here!" It was little M'Adam. He was leaning in at the open window, leering at the young couple, his eyes puckered, an evil expression on his face. "The creetical moment! and I interfere! David, ye'll never forgie me."
Rooted to the ground, the three watched the scene between M'Adam and his Wull. In the end the Master was whimpering; Andrew crying; and David turned his back. At length, silent, they moved away. "Had I should I go to him" asked David hoarsely, nodding toward his father. "Nay, nay, lad," the Master replied. "Yon's not a matter for a mon's friends."
"When the Killer came past." "Ye wad say ye missed him then?" "I say what I mean." "Ye say he went after the Killer. Noo the Killer was here," pointing to the dead sheep. "Was your dog here, too?" "If he had been he'd been here still." "Onless he went over the Fall!" "That was the Killer, yo' fule." "Or your dog." "There was only one beneath me. I felt him." "Just so," said M'Adam, and laughed.
It was but just in time; for if ever the fierce desire of battle gleamed in gray eyes, it did in the young dog's as M'Adam came down on him. The little man staggered, tottered, and fell heavily.
"Ye'd ha' bin willin' enough wi'oot him, if ye'd thocht o't, I grant ye. But ye've no the wits. All there is o' ye has gane to mak' yer muckle body. Hooiver, that's no matter. I'll settle wi' James Moore anither time. I'll settle wi' you noo, David M'Adam." He paused, and looked the boy over from bead to foot. "So, ye're not only an idler! a wastrel! a liar!" he spat the words out.
As he left the room it dropped from his pocket. He failed to notice his loss, but directly he was gone M'Adam pounced on it. "He! he! Wullie, what's this?" he giggled, holding the photograph into his face. "He! he! it's the jade hersel', I war'nt; it's Jezebel!" He peered into the picture. "She kens what's what, I'll tak' oath, Wullie.
"Wi' yer permission I'll leave him," M'Adam answered meekly. "I'm short o' the ready," the big man pursued, "or I wouldna part with him. Could I bide me time there's many'd be glad to give me a tenner for one o' that bree " he caught himself up hastily "for a dog sic as that." "And yet ye offer him me for a poun'! Noble indeed!"
The cause of the squall, having beaten off the attacking force, had withdrawn again beneath its chair. M'Adam stooped down, still cursing, his wet coat on his arm, and beheld a tiny yellow puppy, crouching defiant in the dark, and glaring out with fiery light eyes. Seeing itself remarked, it bared its little teeth, raised its little bristles, and growled a hideous menace.
"Ye canna thrash him for doin' what ye bid him. Set yer dog on me, if ye will, but dinna beat him when he does yer biddin'!" "I did not set him on yo', as you know," the Master replied warmly. M'Adam shrugged his shoulders. "I'll no argie wi' ye, James Moore," he said. "I'll leave you and what ye call yer conscience to settle that. My business is not wi' you. David!" turning to his son.
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