That look in the little man"s eyes petrified her: the swollen pupils; lashless lids, yawning wide; the broken range of teeth in that gaping mouth, froze her very soul. Rumors of the man"s insanity tided back on her memory.
"I"m--I--" the words came in trembling gasps.
At the first utterance, however, the little man"s hand dropped; he leant back in his chair and gave a soul-bursting sigh of relief.
No woman had crossed that threshold since his wife died; and, for a moment, when first the girl had entered silent-footed, aroused from dreaming of the long ago, he had thought this shawl-clad figure with the pale face and peeping hair no earthly visitor; the spirit, rather, of one he had loved long since and lost, come to reproach him with a broken troth.
"Speak up, I canna hear," he said, in tones mild compared with those last wild words.
"I--I"m Maggie Moore," the girl quavered.
"Moore! Maggie Moore, d"ye say?" he cried, half rising from his chair, a flush of color sweeping across his face, "the dochter o" James Moore?"
He paused for an answer, glowering at her; and she shrank, trembling, against the door.
The little man leant back in his chair. Gradually a grim smile crept across his countenance.
"Weel, Maggie Moore," he said, halfamused, "ony gate ye"re a good plucked un." And his wizened countenance looked at her almost kindly from beneath its dirty crown of bandages.
At that the girl"s courage returned with a rush. After all this little man was not so very terrible. Perhaps he would be kind. And in the relief of the moment, the blood swept back into her face.
There was not to be peace yet, however. The blush was still hot upon her cheeks, when she caught the patter of soft steps in the pa.s.sage without.
A dark muzzle flecked with gray pushed in at the crack of the door; two anxious gray eyes followed.
Before she could wave him back, Red Wull had marked the intruder. With a roar he tore himself from his master"s restraining hand, and dashed across the room.
"Back, Bob!" screamed Maggie, and the dark head withdrew. The door slammed with a crash as the great dog flung himself against it, and Maggie was hurled, breathless and white-faced, into a corner.
M"Adam was on his feet, pointing with a shrivelled finger, his face diabolical.
"Did you bring him? did you bring _that_ to ma door?"
Maggie huddled in the corner in a palsy of trepidation. Her eyes gleamed big and black in the white face peering from the shawl.
Red Wull was now beside her snarling horribly. With nose to the bottom of the door and busy paws he was trying to get out; while, on the other side, Owd Bob, snuffling also at the crack, scratched and pleaded to get in. Only two miserable wooden inches separated the pair.
"I brought him to protect me. I--I was afraid."
M"Adam sat down and laughed abruptly.
"Afraid! I wonder ye were na afraid to bring him here. It"s the first time iver he"s set foot on ma land, and "t had best be the last" He turned to the great dog. "Wullie, Wullie, wad ye?" he called. "Come here. Lay ye doon--so--under ma chair--good lad. Noo"s no the time to settle wi" him"--nodding toward the door. "We can wait for that, Wullie; we can wait." Then, turning to Maggie, "Gin ye want him to mak" a show at the Trials two months hence, he"d best not come here agin. Gin he does, he"ll no leave ma land alive; Wullie"ll see to that. Noo, what is "t ye want o"me?"
The girl in the corner, scared almost out of her senses by this last occurrence, remained dumb.
M"Adam marked her hesitation, and grinned sardonically.
"I see hoo "tis," said he; "yer dad"s sent ye. Aince before he wanted somethin" o" me, and did he come to fetch it himself like a man? Not he.
He sent the son to rob the father." Then, leaning forward in his chair and glaring at the girl, "Ay, and mair than that! The night the lad set on me he cam""--with hissing emphasis--"straight from Kenmuir!" He paused and stared at her intently, and she was still dumb before him.
"Gin I"d ben killed, Wullie"d ha" bin disqualified from competin" for the Cup. With Adam M"Adam"s Red Wull oot o" the way--noo d"ye see? Noo d"ye onderstan"?"
She did not, and he saw it and was satisfied. What he had been saying she neither knew nor cared. She only remembered the object of her mission; she only saw before her the father of the man she loved; and a wave of emotion surged up in her breast.
She advanced timidly toward him, holding out her hands.
"Eh, Mr. M"Adam," she pleaded, "I come to ask ye after David." The shawl had slipped from her head, and lay loose upon her shoulders; and she stood before him with her sad face, her pretty hair all tossed, and her eyes big with unshed tears--a touching suppliant.
"Will ye no tell me wheer he is? I"d not ask it, I"d not trouble yo", but I"ve bin waitin" a waefu" while, it seems, and I"m wearyin" for news o" him."
The little man looked at her curiously. "Ah, noo I mind me,"--this to himself. "You" the la.s.s as is thinkin" o" marryin" him?"
"We"re promised," the girl answered simply.
"Weel," the other remarked, "as I said afore, ye"re a good plucked un."
Then, in a tone in which, despite the cynicism, a certain indefinable sadness was blended, "Gin he mak"s you as good husband as he mad" son to me, ye"ll ha" made a maist remairkable match, my dear."
Maggie fired in a moment.
"A good feyther makes a good son," she answered almost pertly; and then, with infinite tenderness, "and I"m prayin" a good wife"ll make a good husband."
He smiled scoffingly.
"I"m feared that"ll no help ye much," he said.
But the girl never heeded this last sneer, so set was she on her purpose. She had heard of the one tender place in the heart of this little man with the tired face and mocking tongue, and she resolved to attain her end by appealing to it.
"Yo" loved a la.s.s yo"sel" aince, Mr. M"Adam," she said. "Hoo would yo"
ha" felt had she gone away and left yo"? Yo"d ha" bin mad; yo" know yo"
would. And, Mr. M"Adam, I love the lad yer wife loved." She was kneeling at his feet now with both hands on his knees, looking up at him. Her sad face and quivering lips pleaded for her more eloquently than any words.
The little man was visibly touched.
"Ay, ay, la.s.s, that"s enough," he said, trying to avoid those big beseeching eyes which would not be avoided.
"Will ye no tell me?" she pleaded.
"I canna tell ye, la.s.s, for why, I dinna ken," he answered querulously.
In truth, he was moved to the heart by her misery.
The girl"s last hopes were dashed. She had played her last card and failed. She had clung with the fervor of despair to this last resource, and now it was torn from her. She had hoped, and now there was no hope.
In the anguish of her disappointment she remembered that this was the man who, by his persistent cruelty, had driven her love into exile.
She rose to her feet and stood back.
"Nor ken, nor care!" she cried bitterly.
At the words all the softness fled from the little man"s face.
"Ye do me a wrang, la.s.s; ye do indeed," he said, looking up at her with an a.s.sumed ingenuousness which, had she known him better, would have warned her to beware. "Gin I kent where the lad was I"d be the vairy first to let you, and the p"lice, ken it too; eh, Wullie! he! he!" He chuckled at his wit and rubbed his knees, regardless of the contempt blazing in the girl"s face.