The cordiality beaming in every wrinkle of the little man"s face was absorbed in a wondering interest; and that again gave place to sorrowful sympathy.
"Dear, dear! it"s come to that, has it--at last?" he said gently, and his eyes wandered to the gray dog and dwelt mournfully upon him. "Man, I"m sorry--I canna tell ye I"m surprised. Masel", I kent it all alang.
But gin Adam M"Adam had tell"t ye, no ha" believed him. Weel, weel, he"s lived his life, gin ony dog iver did; and noo he maun gang where he"s sent a many before him. Puir mon! puir tyke!" He heaved a sigh, profoundly melancholy, tenderly sympathetic. Then, brightening up a little: "Ye"ll ha" come for the gun?"
James Moore listened to this harangue at first puzzled. Then he caught the other"s meaning, and his eyes flashed.
"Ye fool, M"Adam! did ye hear iver tell o" a sheep-dog worryin" his master"s sheep?"
The little man was smiling and suave again now, rubbing his hands softly together.
"Ye"re right, I never did. But your dog is not as ither dogs--"There"s none like him--none," I"ve heard ye say so yersel, mony a time. An" I"m wi" ye. There"s none like him--for devilment." His voice began to quiver and his face to blaze. "It"s his cursed cunning that"s deceived ivery one but me--whelp o" Satan that he is!" He shouldered up to his tall adversary. "If not him, wha else had done it?" he asked, looking, up into the other"s face as if daring him to speak.
The Master"s s.h.a.ggy eyebrows lowered. He towered above the other like the Muir Pike above its surrounding hills.
"Wha, ye ask?" he replied coldly, "and I answer you. Your Red Wull, M"Adam, your Red Wull. It"s your Wull"s the Black Killer! It"s your Wull"s bin the plague o" the land these months past! It"s your Wull"s killed ma sheep back o"yon!"
At that all the little man"s affected good-humor fled.
"Ye lee, mon! ye lee!" he cried in a dreadful scream, dancing up to his antagonist. "I knoo hoo "twad be. I said so. I see what ye"re at. Ye"ve found at last--blind that ye"ve been!--that it"s yer ain h.e.l.l"s tyke that"s the Killer; and noo ye think by yer leein" impitations to throw the blame on ma Wullie. Ye rob me o" ma Cup, ye rob me o" ma son, ye wrang me in ilka thing; there"s but ae thing left me--Wullie. And noo ye"re set on takin" him awa". But ye shall not--I"ll kill ye first!"
He was all a-shake, bobbing up and down like a stopper in a soda-water bottle, and almost sobbing.
"Ha" ye no wranged me enough wi" oo that? Ye lang-leggit liar, wi" yer skulkin murderin" tyke!" he cried. "Ye say it"s Wullie. Where"s yer proof?"--and he snapped his fingers in the other"s face.
The Master was now as calm as his foe was pa.s.sionate. "Where?" he replied sternly; "why, there!" holding out his right hand. "Yon"s proof enough to hang a hunner"d." For lying in his broad palm was a little bundle of that d.a.m.ning red hair.
"Where?"
"There!"
"Let"s see it!" The little man bent to look closer.
"There"s for yer proof!" he cried, and spat deliberately down into the other"s naked palm. Then he stood back, facing his enemy in a manner to have done credit to a n.o.bler deed.
James Moore strode forward. It looked as if he was about to make an end of his miserable adversary, so strongly was he moved. His chest heaved, and the blue eyes blazed. But just as one had thought to see him take his foe in the hollow of his hand and crush him, who should come stalking round the corner of the house but the Tailless Tyke?
A droll spectacle he made, laughable even at that moment. He limped sorely, his head and neck were swathed in bandages, and beneath their ragged fringe the little eyes gleamed out fiery and bloodshot.
Round the corner he came, unaware of strangers; then straightway recognizing his visitors, halted abruptly. His hackles ran up, each individual hair stood on end till his whole body resembled a new-shorn wheat-field; and a snarl, like a rusty brake shoved hard down escaped from between his teeth. Then he trotted heavily forward, his head sinking low and lower as he came.
And Owd Bob, eager to take up the gage of battle, advanced, glad and gallant, to meet him. Daintily he picked his way across the yard, head and tail erect, perfectly self-contained. Only the long gray hair about his neck stood up like the ruff of a lady of the court of Queen Elizabeth.
But the war-worn warriors were not to be allowed their will.
"Wullie, Wullie, wad ye!" cried the little man.
"Bob, lad, coom in!" called the other. Then he turned and looked down at the man beside him, contempt flaunting in every feature.
"Well?" he said shortly.
M"Adam"s hands were opening and shutting; his face was quite white beneath the tan; but he spoke calmly.
"I"ll tell ye the whole story, and it"s the truth," he said slowly. "I was up there the morn"--pointing to the window above--"and I see Wullie crouchin" down alangside the Stony Bottom. (Ye ken he has the run o"
ma land o" neets, the same as your dog.) In a minnit I see anither dog squatterin" alang on your side the Bottom. He creeps up to the sheep on th" hillside, chases "em, and doons one. The sun was risen by then, and I see the dog clear as I see you noo. It was that dog there--I swear it!" His voice rose as he spoke, and he pointed an accusing finger at Owd Bob.
"Noo, Wullie! thinks I. And afore ye could clap yer hands, Wullie was over the Bottom and on to him as he gorged--the b.l.o.o.d.y-minded murderer!
They fought and fought--I could hear the roarin" a"t where I stood. I watched till I could watch nae langer, and, all in a sweat, I rin doon the stairs and oot. When I got there, there was yer tyke makin" fu"
split for Kenmuir, and Wullie comin" up the hill to me. It"s G.o.d"s truth, I"m tellin" ye. Tak" him hame, James Moore, and let his dinner be an ounce o" lead. "Twill be the best day"s work iver ye done."
The little man must be lying--lying palpably. Yet he spoke with an earnestness, a seeming belief in his own story, that might have convinced one who knew him less well. But the Master only looked down on him with a great scorn.
"It"s Monday to-day," he said coldly. "I gie yo" till Sat.u.r.day. If yo"ve not done your duty by then--and well you know what "tis--I shall come do it for ye. Ony gate, I shall come and see. I"ll remind ye agin o"
Thursday--yo"ll be at the Manor dinner, I suppose. Noo I"ve warned yo", and you know best whether I"m in earnest or no. Bob, lad!"
He turned away, but turned again.
"I"m sorry for ye, but I"ve ma duty to do--so"ve you. Till Sat.u.r.day I shall breathe no word to ony soul o" this business, so that if you see good to put him oot o" the way wi"oot bother, no one need iver know as hoo Adam M"Adam"s Red Wull was the Black Killer."
He turned away for the second time. But the little man sprang after him, and clutched him by the arm.
"Look ye here, James Moore!" he cried in thick, shaky, horrible voice.
"Ye"re big, I"m sma"; ye"re strang, I"m weak; ye"ve ivery one to your back, I"ve niver a one; you tell your story, and they"ll believe ye--for you gae to church; I"ll tell mine, and they"ll think I lie--for I dinna.
But a word in your ear! If iver agin I catch ye on ma land, by--!"--he swore a great oath--"I"ll no spare ye. You ken best if I"m in earnest or no." And his face was dreadful to see in its hideous determinedness.
Chapter XXVII FOR THE DEFENCE
THAT night a vague story was whispered In the Sylvester Arms. But Tammas, on being interrogated, pursed his lips and said: "Nay, I"m sworn to say nowt." Which was the old man"s way of putting that he knew nowt.
On Thursday morning, James Moore and Andrew came down arrayed in all their best. It was the day of the squire"s annual dinner to his tenants.
The two, however, were not allowed to start upon their way until they had undergone a critical inspection by Maggie; for the girl liked her mankind to do honor to Kenmuir on these occasions. So she brushed up Andrew, tied his scarf, saw his boots and hands were clean, and t.i.tivated him generally till she had converted the ungainly hobbledehoy into a thoroughly "likely young mon."
And all the while she was thinking of that other boy for whom on such gala days she had been wont to perform like offices. And her father, marking the tears in her eyes, and mindful of the squire"s mysterious hint, said gently:
"Cheer up, la.s.s. Happen I"ll ha" news for you the night!"
The girl nodded, and smiled wanly.
"Happen so, dad," she said. But in her heart she doubted.
Nevertheless it was with a cheerful countenance that, a little later, she stood in the door with wee Anne and Owd Bob and waved the travellers G.o.dspeed; while the golden-haired la.s.sie, fiercely gripping the old dog"s tail with one hand and her sister with the other, screamed them a wordless farewell.