"Is he dead?" shouted Sam"l seeing the prostrate form.
"Ho! ho!" went the other two.
They picked up the draggled little man and hustled him out of the yard like a thief, a man on either side and a man behind.
As they forced him through the gate, he struggled round.
"By Him that made ye! ye shall pay for this, David M"Adam, you and yer--"
But Sam"l"s big hand descended on his mouth, and he was borne away before that last ill word had flitted into being.
Chapter XXI. HORROR OF DARKNESS
IT was long past dark that night when M"Adam staggered home.
All that evening at the Sylvester Arms his imprecations against David had made even the hardest shudder. James Moore, Owd Bob, and the Dale Cup were for once forgotten as, in his pa.s.sion, he cursed his son.
The Dalesmen gathered fearfully away from the little dripping madman.
For once these men, whom, as a rule, no such geyser outbursts could quell, were dumb before him; only now and then shooting furtive glances in his direction, as though on the brink of some daring enterprise of which he was the objective. But M"Adam noticed nothing, suspected nothing.
When, at length, he lurched into the kitchen of the Grange, there was no light and the fire burnt low. So dark was the room that a white riband of paper pinned on to the table escaped his remark.
The little man sat down heavily, his clothes still sodden, and resumed his tireless anathema.
"I"ve tholed mair fra him, Wullie, than Adam M"Adam ever thocht to thole from ony man. And noo it"s gane past bearin". He struck me, Wullie!
struck his ain father. Ye see it yersel", Wullie. Na, ye werena there.
Oh, gin ye had but bin, Wullie! Him and his madam! But I"ll gar him ken Adam M"Adam. I"ll stan" nae mair!"
He sprang to his feet and, reaching up with trembling hands, pulled down the old bell-mouthed blunderbuss that hung above the mantelpiece.
"We"ll mak" an end to"t, Wullie, so we will, aince and for a"!" And he banged the weapon down upon the table. It lay right athwart that slip of still condemning paper, yet the little man saw it not.
Resuming his seat, he prepared to wait. His hand sought the pocket of his coat, and fingered tenderly a small stone bottle, the fond companion of his widowhood. He pulled it out, uncorked it, and took a long pull; then placed it on the table by his side.
Gradually the gray head lolled; the shrivelled hand dropped and hung limply down, the finger-tips brushing the floor; and he dozed off into a heavy sleep, while Red Wull watched at his feet.
It was not till an hour later that David returned home.
As he approached the lightless house, standing in the darkness like a body with the spirit fled, he could but contrast this dreary home of his with the bright kitchen and cheery faces he had left.
Entering the house, he groped to the kitchen door and opened it; then struck a match and stood in the doorway peering in.
"Not home, bain"t he?" he muttered, the tiny light above his head. "Wet inside as well as oot by noo, I"ll lay. By gum! but "twas a lucky thing for him I didna get ma hand on him this evenin". I could ha" killed him." He held the match above his head.
Two yellow eyes, glowing in the darkness like cairngorms, and a small dim figure bunched up in a chair, told him his surmise was wrong. Many a time had he seen his father in such case before, and now he muttered contemptuously:
"Drunk; the leetle swab! Sleepin" it off, I reck"n."
Then he saw his mistake. The hand that hung above the floor twitched and was still again.
There was a clammy silence. A mouse, emboldened by the quiet, scuttled across the hearth. One mighty paw lightly moved; a lightning tap, and the tiny beast lay dead.
Again that hollow stillness: no sound, no movement; only those two unwinking eyes fixed on him immovable.
At length a small voice from the fireside broke the quiet.
"Drunk--the--leetle--swab!"
Again a clammy silence, and a life-long pause.
"I thowt yo" was sleepin"," said David, at length, lamely.
"Ay, so ye said. "Sleepin" it aff"; I heard ye." Then, still in the same small voice, now quivering imperceptibly, "Wad ye obleege me, sir, by leetin" the lamp? Or, d"ye think, Wullie, "twad be soilin" his dainty fingers? They"re mair used, I"m told, to danderin" with the bonnie brown hair o" his--"
"I"ll not ha" ye talk o" ma Maggie so," interposed the boy pa.s.sionately.
"_His_ Maggie, mark ye, Wullie--_his_! I thocht "twad soon get that far."
"Tak" care, dad! I"ll stan" but little more," the boy warned him in choking voice; and began to trim the lamp with trembling fingers.
M"Adam forthwith addressed himself to Red Wull.
"I suppose no man iver had sic a son as him, Wullie. Ye ken what I"ve done for him, an" ye ken hoo he"s repaid it. He"s set himsel" agin me; he"s misca"d me; he"s robbed me o" ma Cup; last of all, he struck me--struck me afore them a". We"ve toiled for him, you and I, Wullie; we"ve slaved to keep him in hoose an" hame, an" he"s pa.s.sed his time, the while, in riotous leevin", carousin" at Kenmuir, amusin" himself"
wi" his--" He broke off short. The lamp was lit, and the strip of paper, pinned on to the table, naked and glaring, caught his eye.
"What"s this?" he muttered; and unloosed the nail that clamped it down.
This is what he read:
"Adam Mackadam yer warned to mak" an end to yer Red Wull will be best for him and the Sheep. This is the first yo"ll have two more the third will be the last--"
It was written in pencil, and the only signature was a dagger, rudely lined in red.
M"Adam read the paper once, twice, thrice. As he slowly a.s.similated its meaning, the blood faded from his face. He stared at it and still stared, with whitening face and pursed lips. Then he stole a glance at David"s broad back.
"What d"ye ken o" this, David?" he asked, at length, in a dry thin voice, reaching forward in his chair.
"O" what?"
"O" this," holding up the slip. "And ye"el obleege me by the truth for once."
David turned, took up the paper, read it, and laughed harshly.
"It"s coom to this, has it?" he said, still laughing, and yet with blanching face.