"Then why don"t yo" go and tell him so, yo" muckle liar?" roared Tammas at last, enraged to madness.
"I will!" said M"Adam. And he did.
It was on the day preceding the great summer sheep fair at Grammoch-town that he fulfilled his vow.
That is always a big field-day at Kenmuir; and on this occasion James Moore and Owd Bob had been up and working on the Pike from the rising of the sun. Throughout the straggling lands of Kenmuir the Master went with his untiring adjutant, rounding up, cutting out, drafting. It was already noon when the flock started from the yard.
On the gate by the stile, as the party came up, sat M"Adam.
"I"ve a word to say to you, James Moore," he announced, as the Master approached.
"Say it then, and quick. I"ve no time to stand gossipin" here, if yo"
have," said the Master.
M"Adam strained forward till he nearly toppled off the gate.
"Queer thing, James Moore, you should be the only one to escape this Killer."
"Yo" forget yoursel", M"Adam."
"Ay, there"s me," acquiesced the little man. "But you--hoo d"yo" "count for _your_ luck?"
James Moore swung round and pointed proudly at the gray dog, now patrolling round the flock.
"There"s my luck!" he said.
M"Adam laughed unpleasantly.
"So I thought," he said, "so I thought! And I s"pose ye"re thinkin" that yer luck," nodding at the gray dog, "will win you the Cup for certain a month hence."
"I hope so!" said the Master.
"Strange if he should not after all," mused the little man.
James Moore eyed him suspiciously. "What d"yo" mean?" he asked sternly.
M"Adam shrugged his shoulders. "There"s mony a slip "twixt Cup and lip, that"s a". I was thinkin" some mischance might come to him."
The Master"s eyes flashed dangerously. He recalled the many rumors he had heard, and the attempt on the old dog early in the year.
"I canna think ony one would be coward enough to murder him," he said, drawing himself up.
M"Adam leant forward. There was a nasty glitter in his eye, and his face was all a-tremble.
"Ye"d no think ony one "d be cooard enough to set the son to murder the father. Yet some one did--set the lad on to "sa.s.sinate me. He failed at me, and next, I suppose, he"ll try at Wullie!" There was a flush on the sallow face, and a vindictive ring in the thin voice. "One way or t"ither, fair or foul, Wullie or me, ain or baith, has got to go afore Cup Day, eh, James Moore! eh?"
The Master put his hand on the latch of the gate, "That"ll do, M"Adam,"
he said. "I"ll stop to hear no more, else I might get angry wi" yo". Noo git off this gate, yo"re trespa.s.sin" as "tis."
He shook the gate. M"Adam tumbled off, and went sprawling into the sheep cl.u.s.tered below. Picking himself up, he dashed on through the flock, waving his arms, kicking fantastically, and scattering confusion everywhere.
"Just wait till I"m thro" wi" "em, will yo"?" shouted the Master, seeing the danger.
It was a request which, according to the etiquette of shepherding, one man was bound to grant another. But M"Adam rushed on regardless, dancing and gesticulating. Save for the lightning vigilance of Owd Bob, the flock must have broken.
"I think yo" might ha" waited!" remonstrated the Master, as the little man burst his way through.
"Noo, I"ve forgot somethin"!" the other cried, and back he started as he had gone.
It was more than human nature could tolerate.
"Bob, keep him off!"
A flash of teeth; a blaze of gray eyes; and the old dog had leapt forward to oppose the little man"s advance.
"Shift oot o" ma light!" cried he, striving to dash past.
"Hold him, lad!"
And hold him the old dog did, while his master opened the gate and put the flock through, the opponents dodging in front of one another like opposing three-quarter-backs at the Rugby game.
"Oot o" ma path, or I"ll strike!" shouted the little man in a fury, as the last sheep pa.s.sed through the gate.
"I"d not," warned the Master.
"But I will!" yelled M"Adam; and, darting forward as the gate swung to, struck furiously at his opponent.
He missed, and the gray dog charged at him like a mail-train.
"Hi! James Moore--" but over he went like a toppled wheelbarrow, while the old dog turned again, raced at the gate, took it magnificently in his stride, and galloped up the lane after his master.
At M"Adam"s yell, James Moore had turned.
"Served yo" properly!" he called back. "He"ll larn ye yet it"s not wise to tamper wi" a gray dog or his sheep. Not the first time he"s downed ye, I"m thinkin"!"
The little man raised himself painfully to his elbow and crawled toward the gate. The Master, up the lane, could hear him cursing as he dragged himself. Another moment, and a head was poked through the bars of the gate, and a devilish little face looked after him.
"Downed me, by--, he did!" the little man cried pa.s.sionately. "I owed ye baith somethin" before this, and noo, by ----, I owe ye somethin" more.
An" mind ye, Adam M"Adam pays his debts!"
"I"ve heard the contrary," the Master replied drily, and turned away up the lane toward the Marches.
Chapter XXIV A SHOT IN THE NIGHT