Then Lady Eleanour handed him the Cup.
"Mr. M"Adam, I present you with the Champion Challenge Dale Cup, open to all comers. Keep it, guard it, love it as your own, and win it again if you can. Twice more and it"s yours, you know, and it will stop forever beneath the shadow of the Pike. And the right place for it, say I--the Dale Cup for Dalesmen."
The little man took the Cup tenderly.
"It shall no leave the Estate or ma hoose, yer Leddyship, gin Wullie and I can help it," he said emphatically.
Lady Eleanour retreated into the tent, and the crowd swarmed over the ropes and round the little man, who held the Cup beneath his arm.
Long Kirby laid irreverent hands upon it.
"Dinna finger it!" ordered M"Adam.
"Shall!""
"Shan"t! Wullie, keep him aff." Which the great dog proceeded to do amid the laughter of the onlookers.
Among the last, James Moore was borne past the little man. At sight of him, M"Adam"s face a.s.sumed an expression of intense concern.
"Man, Moore!" he cried, peering forward as though in alarm; "man, Moore, ye"re green--positeevely verdant. Are ye in pain?" Then, catching sight of Owd Bob, he started back in affected horror.
"And, ma certes! so"s yer dog! Yer dog as was gray is green. Oh, guid life! "--and he made as though about to fall fainting to the ground.
Then, in bantering tones: "Ah, but ye shouldna covet ----"
"He"ll ha" no need to covet it long, I can tell yo"," interposed Tammas"s shrill accents.
"And why for no?"
"Becos next year he"ll win it fra yo". Oor Bob"ll win it, little mon.
Why? thot"s why."
The retort was greeted with a yell of applause from the sprinkling of Dalesmen in the crowd.
But M"Adam swaggered away into the tent, his head up, the Cup beneath his arm, and Red Wull guarding his rear.
"First of a" ye"ll ha" to beat Adam M"Adam and his Red Wull!" he cried back proudly.
Chapter XI. OOR BOB
M"ADAM"S pride in the great Cup that now graced his kitchen was supreme.
It stood alone in the very centre of the mantelpiece, just below the old bell-mouthed blunderbuss that hung upon the wall. The only ornament in the bare room, it shone out in its silvery chast.i.ty like the moon in a gloomy sky.
For once the little man was content. Since his mother"s death David had never known such peace. It was not that his father became actively kind; rather that he forgot to be actively unkind.
"Not as I care a brazen b.u.t.ton one way or t"ither," the boy informed Maggie.
"Then yo" should," that proper little person replied.
M"Adam was, indeed, a changed being. He forgot to curse James Moore; he forgot to sneer at Owd Bob; he rarely visited the Sylvester Arms, to the detriment of Jem Burton"s pocket and temper; and he was never drunk.
"Soaks "isseif at home, instead," suggested Tammas, the prejudiced. But the accusation was untrue.
"Too drunk to git so far," said Long Kirby, kindly man.
"I reck"n the Cup is kind o" company to him," said Jim Mason. "Happen it"s lonesomeness as drives him here so much." And happen you were right, charitable Jim.
"Best mak" maist on it while he has it, "cos he"ll not have it for long," Tammas remarked amid applause.
Even Parson Leggy allowed--rather reluctantly, indeed, for he was but human--that the little man was changed wonderfully for the better.
"But I am afraid it may not last," he said. "We shall see what happens when Owd Bob beats him for the Cup, as he certainly will. That"ll be the critical moment."
As things were, the little man spent all his spare moments with the Cup between his knees, burnishing it and crooning to Wullie:
"I never saw a fairer, I never lo"ed a dearer, And neist my heart I"ll wear her, For fear my jewel tine."
"There, Wullie! look at her! is she no bonnie? She shines like a twinkle--twinkle in the sky." And he would hold it out at arm"s length, his head c.o.c.ked sideways the better to scan its bright beauties.
The little man was very jealous for his treasure. David might not touch it; might not smoke in the kitchen lest the fumes should tarnish its glory; while if he approached too closely he was ordered abruptly away.
"As if I wanted to touch his nasty Cup!" he complained to Maggie. "I"d sooner ony day--"
"Hands aff, Mr. David, immediate!" she cried indignantly. ""Pertinence, indeed!" as she tossed her head clear of the big fingers that were fondling her pretty hair.
So it was that M"Adam, on coming quietly into the kitchen one day, was consumed with angry resentment to find David actually handling the object of his reverence; and the manner of his doing it added a thousandfold to the offence.
The boy was lolling indolently against the mantelpiece, his fair head shoved right into the Cup, his breath dimming its l.u.s.tre, and his two hands, big and dirty, slowly revolving it before his eyes.
Bursting with indignation, the little man crept up behind the boy. David was reading through the long list of winners.
"Theer"s the first on "em," he muttered, shooting out his tongue to indicate the locality: ""Andrew Moore"s Rough, 178--." And theer agin--"
James Moore"s Pinch, 179--." And agin--"Beck, 182--." Ah, and theer"s "im Tammas tells on! "Rex, 183--," and Rex, 183--." Ay, but he was a rare un by all tell-in"s! If he"d n.o.b"but won but onst agin! Ah, and theer"s none like the Gray Dogs--they all says that, and I say so masel"; none like the Gray Dogs o" Kenmuir, bless "em! And we"ll win agin too--" he broke off short; his eye had travelled down to the last name on the list.
""M"Adam"s Wull"!" he read with unspeakable contempt, and put his great thumb across the name as though to wipe it out. ""M"Adam"s Wull"! Goo"
gracious sakes! P-hg-h-r-r! "--and he made a motion as though to spit upon the ground.
But a little shoulder was into his side, two small fists were beating at his chest, and a shrill voice was yelling: "Devil! devil! stan"
awa"!"--and he was tumbled precipitately away from the mantelpiece, and brought up abruptly against the side-wall.
The precious Cup swayed on its ebony stand, the boy"s hands, rudely withdrawn, almost overthrowing it. But the little man"s first impulse, cursing and screaming though he was, was to steady it.
""M"Adam"s Wull"! I wish he was here to teach ye, ye snod-faced, ox-limbed profleegit!" he cried, standing in front of the Cup, his eyes blazing.