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Before he could recover altitude the swift little scouts were up and into the formation. The air crackled with the sound of Lewis-gun fire, machines reeled and staggered like drunken men, Tam's fighting Morane dipped and dived, climbed and swerved in a wild bacchanalian dance.
He thocht this by-ordinar and outside the creature's habits. He minded that ropes was unco saft things, and the solan's neb and the Bass Rock unco hard, and that twa hunner feet were raither mair than he would care to fa'. "Shoo!" says Tam. "Awa', bird! Shoo, awa' wi' ye!" says he. The solan keekit doun into Tam's face, and there was something unco in the creature's ee.
All was fish that came to Tam's net: tadpoles, newts, and stickleback from the ponds, beetles from the dung-heaps, green crabs from the sea-shore nay, even in time such larger prizes as hedgehogs, moles, and nestfuls of birds. Nothing delighted him so much as to be out in the fields, hunting for and taming these his natural pets.
"Nearly!" he said bitterly. "Did A' no' tell ye, Captain Blackie, sir-r, that ma luck was oot?" Tam stood in the doorway of Squadron Headquarters and saluted. "Come in, Sergeant Mactavish," said Blackie, and Tam's heart went down into his boots. To be called by his surname was a happening which had only one significance. There was trouble of sorts, and Tam hated trouble.
Tam's master, one Charles Begg, was a drunken London workman, who had wandered gradually north; a good shoemaker, but a quarrelsome, rowdy fellow, loving nothing on earth so much as a round with his fists on the slightest provocation.
Tam's leap forward had given him a moment's advantage, and he keeps it up bravely, his dainty feet almost spurning the ground as he goes on, gaining, gaining, gaining at every step. In a few minutes more they will be out of the reach of any lariat, then in another minute safe at Wallula's door. In a few minutes! As this thought flashes through Molly's mind, wh-irr, s-st! cuts the still air again.
'That black brute must be made of money, for he paid through the nose for this, or I'm a Dutchman. My old man doesn't take to his black brethren any more than I do. Hang it all, what are we coming to, when we're turning into a blooming cargo boat for niggers? I had all too little of Tam's good company, for on the afternoon of the second day we reached the little town of Lourenco Marques.
MacMuller, but he was sleeping like a doormoose A' haird his snoor risin' to heaven an' ma hairt wis sick wi' disappointed longin'. 'Hoo long, A' says, 'hoo long will ye avoid the doom Tam o' the Scoots has marked ye doon for? There wis naw reply." "I've discovered Tam's weird pal," said Blackie, coming into the mess before lunch the next day.
Unfortunately, Tam's father and mother did not share the boy's passion for nature, and instead of encouraging him in pursuing his inborn taste, they scolded him and punished him bitterly for bringing home the nasty creatures.
"Just a year ago, Tam," we said, "you were..." but Tam's horse was young and untutored, and, getting out of hand, carried Tam away beyond the buildings. "A Tam-o'-Shanter fleeing," the Maluka once more murmured.
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