Part 4 (2/2)

”A gran' worker he'll be,” called the drover after him.

”Ay; muckle wark he'll mak' amang the sheep wi' sic a jaw and sic a temper. Weel, I maun be steppin'. Good-nicht to ye.”

”Ye'll niver have sich anither chanst.”

”Nor niver wush to. Na, na; he'll never mak' a sheep-dog”; and the little man turned up the collar of his coat.

”Will he not?” cried the other scornfully. ”There niver yet was one o'

that line--” he stopped abruptly.

The little man spun round.

”Iss?” he said, as innocent as any child; ”ye were sayin'?”

The other turned to the window and watched the rain falling monotonously.

”Ye'll be wantin' wet,” he said adroitly.

”Ay, we could do wi' a drappin'. And he'll never mak' a sheep-dog.”

He shoved his cap down on his head. ”Weel, good-nicht to ye!” and he stepped out into the rain.

It was long after dark when the bargain was finally struck.

Adam M'Adam's Red Wull became that little man's property for the following realizable a.s.sets: ninepence in cash--three coppers and a doubtful sixpence; a plug of suspicious tobacco in a well-worn pouch; and an old watch.

”It's clean givin' 'im ye,” said the stranger bitterly, at the end of the deal.

”It's mair the charity than aught else mak's me sae leeberal,” the other answered gently. ”I wad not like to see ye pinched.”

”Thank ye kindly,” the big man replied with some acerbity, and plunged out into the darkness and rain. Nor was that long-limbed drover-man ever again seen in the countryside. And the puppy's previous history--whether he was honestly come by or no, whether he was, indeed, of the famous Red McCulloch* strain, ever remained a mystery in the Daleland.

*N. B.--You may know a Red McCulloch anywhere by the ring of white upon his tail some two inches from the root.

Chapter IV. FIRST BLOOD

AFTER that first encounter in the Dalesman's Daughter, Red Wull, for so M'Adam called him, resigned himself complacently to his lot; recognizing, perhaps, his destiny.

Thenceforward the sour little man and the vicious puppy grew, as it were, together. The two were never apart. Where M'Adam was, there was sure to be his tiny attendant, bristling defiance as he kept ludicrous guard over his master.

The little man and his dog were inseparable. M'Adam never left him even at the Grange.

”I couldna trust ma Wullie at hame alone wi' the dear lad,” was his explanation. ”I ken weel I'd come back to find a wee corpse on the floor, and David singin':

'My heart is sair, I daur na tell, My heart is sair for somebody.'

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