"Yo"re not lookin" at me noo," whispered Maggie to the silent boy by her side.
"Nay; nor niver don"t wush to agin." David answered roughly. His gaze was directed over the array of heads in front to where, beyond the Silver Lea, a group of shepherds and their dogs was cl.u.s.tered. While standing apart from the rest, in characteristic isolation, was the bent figure of his father, and beside him the Tailless Tyke.
"Doest"o not want yo" feyther to win?" asked Maggie softly, following his gaze.
"I"m prayin" he"ll be beat," the boy answered moodily.
"Eh, Davie, hoo can ye?" cried the girl, shocked.
"It"s easy to say, "Eh, David,"" he snapped. "But if yo" lived along o" them two "--he nodded toward the stream--""appen yo"d understand a bit.... "Eh, David," indeed! I never did!"
"I know it, lad," she said tenderly; and he was appeased.
"He"d give his right hand for his bless"d Wullie to win; I"d give me right arm to see him beat.... And oor Bob there all the while,"--he nodded to the far left of the line, where stood James Moore and Owd Bob, with Parson Leggy and the Squire.
When at length Red Wull came out to run his course, he worked with the savage dash that always characterized him. His method was his own; but the work was admirably done.
"Keeps right on the back of his sheep," said the parson, watching intently. "Strange thing they don"t break!" But they didn"t. There was no waiting, no coaxing; it was drive and devilry all through. He brought his sheep along at a terrific rate, never missing a turn, never faltering, never running out. And the crowd applauded, for the crowd loves a dashing display. While little M"Adam, hopping agilely about, his face ablaze with excitement, handled dog and sheep with a masterly precision that compelled the admiration even of his enemies.
"M"Adam wins!" roared a bookmaker. "Twelve to one agin the field!"
"He wins, dang him!" said David, low.
"Wull wins!" said the parson, shutting his lips.
"And deserves too!" said James Moore.
"Wull wins!" softly cried the crowd.
"We don"t!" said Sam"l gloomily.
And in the end Red Wull did Win; and there were none save Tammas, the bigot, and Long Kirby, who had lost a good deal of his wife"s money and a little of his own, to challenge the justice of the verdict.
The win had but a chilling reception. At first there was faint cheering; but it sounded like the echo of an echo, and soon died of inanition.
To get up an ovation, there must be money at the back, or a few roaring fanatics to lead the dance. Here there was neither; ugly stories, disparaging remarks, on every hand. And the hundreds who did not know took their tone, as always, from those who said they did.
M"Adam could but remark the absence of enthusiasm as he pushed up through the throng toward the committee tent. No single voice hailed him victor; no friendly hand smote its congratulations. Broad backs were turned; contemptuous glances levelled; spiteful remarks shot. Only the foreign element looked curiously at the little bent figure with the glowing face, and shrank back at the size and savage aspect of the great dog at his heels.
But what cared he? His Wullie was acknowledged champion, the best sheep-dog of the year; and the little man was happy. They could turn their backs on him; but they could not alter that; and he could afford to be indifferent. "They dinna like it, lad--he! he! But they"ll e"en ha" to thole it. Ye"ve won it, Wullie--won it fair."
He elbowed through the press, making for the rope-guarded inclosure in front of the committee tent, round which the people were now packing. In the door of the tent stood the secretary, various stewards, and members of the committee. In front, alone in the roped-off s.p.a.ce, was Lady Eleanour, fragile, dainty, graceful, waiting with a smile upon her face to receive the winner. And on a table beside her, naked and dignified, the Shepherd"s Trophy.
There it stood, kingly and impressive; its fair white sides inscribed with many names; cradled in three shepherds" crooks; and on the top, as if to guard the Cup"s contents, an exquisitely carved collie"s head. The Shepherds" Trophy, the goal of his life"s race, and many another man"s.
He climbed over the rope, followed by Red Wull, and took off his hat with almost courtly deference to the fair lady before him.
As he walked up to the table on which the Cup stood, a shrill voice, easily recognizable, broke the silence.
"You"d like it better if "twas full and yo" could swim in it, you and yer Wullie," it called. Whereat the crowd giggled, and Lady Eleanour looked indignant.
The little man turned.
"I"ll mind drink yer health, Mr. Thornton, never fear, though I ken ye"d prefaire to drink yer ain," he said. At which the crowd giggled afresh; and a gray head at the back, which had hoped itself unrecognized, disappeared suddenly.
The little man stood there in the stillness, sourly smiling, his face still wet from his exertions; while the Tailless Tyke at his side fronted defiantly the serried ring of onlookers, a white fence of teeth faintly visible between his lips.
Lady Eleanour looked uneasy. Usually the lucky winner was unable to hear her little speech, as she gave the Cup away, so deafening was the applause. Now there was utter silence. She glanced up at the crowd, but there was no response to her unspoken appeal in that forest of hostile faces. And her gentle heart bled for the forlorn little man before her.
To make it up she smiled on him so sweetly as to more than compensate him.
"I"m sure you deserve your success, Mr. M"Adam," she said. "You and Red Wull there worked splendidly--everybody says so."
"I"ve heard naethin" o"t," the little man answered dryly. At which some one in the crowd sn.i.g.g.e.red.
"And we all know what a grand dog he is; though"--with a reproving smile as she glanced at Red Wull"s square, truncated stern--"he"s not very polite."
"His heart is good, your Leddyship, if his manners are not," M"Adam answered, smiling.
"Liar!" came a loud voice in the silence. Lady Eleanour looked up, hot with indignation, and half rose from her seat. But M"Adam merely smiled.
"Wullie, turn and mak" yer bow to the leddy," he said. "They"ll no hurt us noo we"re up; it"s when we"re doon they"ll flock like corbies to the carrion."
At that Red Wull walked up to Lady Eleanour, faintly wagging his tail; and she put her hand on his huge bull head and said, "Dear old Ugly!" at which the crowd cheered in earnest.
After that, for some moments, the only sound was the gentle ripple of the good lady"s voice and the little man"s caustic replies.
"Why, last winter the country was full of Red Wull"s doings and yours.
It was always M"Adam and his Red Wull have done this and that and the other. I declare I got quite tired of you both, I heard such a lot about you."
The little man, cap in hand, smiled, blushed and looked genuinely pleased.
"And when it wasn"t you it was Mr. Moore and Owd Bob."
"Owd Bob, bless him!" called a stentorian voice. "There cheers for oor Bob!"
""Ip! "ip! "ooray!" It was taken up gallantly, and cast from mouth to mouth; and strangers, though they did not understand, caught the contagion and cheered too; and the uproar continued for some minutes.
When it was ended Lady Eleanour was standing up, a faint flush on her cheeks and her eyes flashing dangerously, like a queen at bay.
"Yes," she cried, and her clear voice thrilled through the air like a trumpet. "Yes; and now three cheers for Mr. M"Adam and his Red Wull!
Hip! hip--"
"Hooray!" A little knowt of stalwarts at the back--James Moore, Parson Leggy, Jim Mason, and you may be sure in heart, at least, Owd Bob--responded to the call right l.u.s.tily. The crowd joined in; and, once off, cheered and cheered again.
"Three cheers more for Mr. M"Adam!"
But the little man waved to them.
"Dinna be bigger heepocrites than ye can help," he said. "Ye"ve done enough for one day, and thank ye for it."