"Your visits to Kenmuir are usually paid by night, so I"ve heard," David sneered.
The little man affected not to hear.
"So they dinna allow ye indoors wi" the Cup," he laughed. "They know yer little ways then, David."
"Nay, I"m not wanted in there," David answered bitterly, but not so loud that his father could hear. Maggie within the kitchen heard, however, but paid no heed; for her heart was hard against the boy, who of late, though he never addressed her, had made himself as unpleasant in a thousand little ways as only David M"Adam could.
At that moment the Master came stalking into the yard, Owd Bob preceding him; and as the old dog recognized his visitor he bristled involuntarily.
At the sight of the Master M"Adam hurried forward.
"I did but come to ask after the tyke," he said, "Is he gettin" over his lameness?"
James Moore looked surprised; then his stern face relaxed into a cordial smile. Such generous anxiety as to the welfare of Red Wull"s rival was a wholly new characteristic in the little man.
"I tak" it kind in yo", M"Adam," he said, "to come and inquire."
"Is the thorn oot?" asked the little man with eager interest, shooting his head forward to stare closely at the other.
"It came oot last night wi" the poulticin"," the Master answered, returning the other"s gaze, calm and steady.
"I"m glad o" that," said the little man, still staring. But his yellow, grinning face said as plain words, "What a liar ye are, James Moore."
The days pa.s.sed on. His father"s taunts and gibes, always becoming more bitter, drove David almost to distraction.
He longed to make it up with Maggie; he longed for that tender sympathy which the girl had always extended to him when his troubles with his father were heavy on him. The quarrel had lasted for months now, and he was well weary of it, and utterly ashamed. For, at least, he had the good grace to acknowledge that no one was to blame but himself; and that it had been fostered solely by his ugly pride.
At length he could endure it no longer, and determined to go to the girl and ask forgiveness. It would be a bitter ordeal to him; always unwilling to acknowledge a fault, even to himself, how much harder would it be to confess it to this strip of a girl. For a time he thought it was almost more than he could do. Yet, like his father, once set upon a course, nothing could divert him. So, after a week of doubts and determinations, of cowardice and courage, he pulled himself together and off he set.
An hour it took him from the Grange to the bridge over the Wastrel--an hour which had wont to be a quarter. Now, as he walked on up the slope from the stream, very slowly, heartening himself for his penance, he was aware of a strange disturbance in the yard above him: the noisy cackling of hens, the snorting of pigs disturbed, and above the rest the cry of a little child ringing out in shrill distress.
He set to running, and sped up the slope as fast as his long legs would carry him. As he took the gate in his stride, he saw the white-clad figure of Wee Anne fleeing with unsteady, toddling steps, her fair hair streaming out behind, and one bare arm striking wildly back at a great pursuing sow.
David shouted as he cleared the gate, but the brute paid no heed, and was almost touching the fugitive when Owd Bob came galloping round the corner, and in a second had flashed between pursuer and pursued. So close were the two that as he swung round on the startled sow, his tail brushed the baby to the ground; and there she lay kicking fat legs to heaven and calling on all her G.o.ds.
David, leaving the old dog to secure the warrior pig, ran round to her; but he was antic.i.p.ated. The whole matter had barely occupied a minute"s time; and Maggie, rushing from the kitchen, now had the child in her arms and was hurrying back with her to the house.
"Eh, ma pet, are yo" hurted, dearie?" David could hear her asking tearfully, as he crossed the yard and established himself in the door.
"Well," said he, in bantering tones, "yo"m a nice wench to ha" charge o"
oor Annie!"
It was a sore subject with the girl, and well he knew it. Wee Anne, that golden-haired imp of mischief, was forever evading her sister-mother"s eye and attempting to immolate herself. More than once she had only been saved from serious hurt by the watchful devotion of Owd Bob, who always found time, despite his many labors, to keep a guardian eye on his well-loved la.s.sie. In the previous winter she had been lost on a bitter night on the Muir Pike; once she had climbed into a field with the Highland bull, and barely escaped with her life, while the gray dog held the brute in check; but a little while before she had been rescued from drowning by the Tailless Tyke; there had been numerous other mischances; and now the present mishap. But the girl paid no heed to her tormentor in her joy at finding the child all unhurt.
"Theer! yo" bain"t so much as scratted, ma precious, is yo"?" she cried.
"Rin oot agin, then," and the baby toddled joyfully away.
Maggie rose to her feet and stood with face averted. David"s eyes dwelt lovingly upon her, admiring the pose of the neat head with its thatch of pretty brown hair; the slim figure, and slender ankles, peeping modestly from beneath her print frock.
"Ma word! if yo" dad should hear tell o" hoo his Anne--" he broke off into a long-drawn whistle.
Maggie kept silence; but her lips quivered, and the flush deepened on her cheek.
"I"m fear"d I"ll ha" to tell him," the boy continued, ""Tis but ma duty."
"Yo" may tell wham yo" like what yo" like," the girl replied coldly; yet there was a tremor in her voice.
"First yo" throws her in the stream," David went on remorselessly; "then yo" chucks her to the pig, and if it had not bin for me--"
"Yo", indeed!" she broke in contemptuously. "Yo"! "twas Owd Bob reskied her. Yo"d nowt" to do wi" it, "cept lookin" on--"bout what yo"re fit for."
"I tell yo"," David pursued stubbornly, "an it had not bin for me yo"
wouldn"t have no sister by noo. She"d be lyin", she would, pore little la.s.s, cold as ice, pore mite, wi" no breath in her. An" when yo" dad coom home there"d be no Wee Anne to rin to him, and climb on his knee, and yammer to him, and beat his face. An he"d say, "What"s gotten to oor Annie, as I left wi" yo"?" And then yo"d have to tell him, "I never took no manner o" fash after her, dad; d"reckly yo" back was turned, I--""
The girl sat down, buried her face in her ap.r.o.n, and indulged in the rare luxury of tears.
"Yo"re the cruellest mon as iver was, David M"Adam," she sobbed, rocking to and fro.
He was at her side in a moment, tenderly bending over her.
"Eh, Maggie, but I am sorry, la.s.s--"
She wrenched away from beneath his hands.
"I hate yo"," she cried pa.s.sionately.
He gently removed her hands from before her tear-stained face.
"I was n.o.b"but laffin", Maggie," he pleaded; "say yo" forgie me."
"I don"t," she cried, struggling. "I think yo"re the hatefullest lad as iver lived."
The moment was critical; it was a time for heroic measures.
"No, yo" don"t, la.s.s," he remonstrated; and, releasing her wrists, lifted the little drooping face, wet as it was, like the earth after a spring shower, and, holding it between his two big hands, kissed it twice.
"Yo" coward!" she cried, a flood of warm red crimsoning her cheeks; and she struggled vainly to be free.
"Yo" used to let me," he reminded her in aggrieved tones.
"I niver did!" she cried, more indignant than truthful.
"Yes, yo" did, when we was little uns; that is, yo" was allus for kissin" and I was allus agin it. And noo," with whole-souled bitterness, "I mayn"t so much as keek at yo" over a stone wall."
However that might be, he was keeking at her from closer range now; and in that position--for he held her firmly still--she could not help but keek back. He looked so handsome--humble for once; penitent yet reproachful; his own eyes a little moist; and, withal, his old audacious self--that, despite herself, her anger grew less hot.
"Say yo" forgie me and I"ll let yo" go."