Part 15 (1/2)
”Will us, indeed? Us'll see,” came the derisive chorus.
”We'll whip ye till ye're deaf, dumb, and blind, Wullie and I.”
''Yo'll not!''
”We will!”
The voices were rising like the east wind in March.
”Yo'll not, and for a very good reason too,” a.s.severated Tammas loudly.
”Gie us yer reason, ye muckle liar,” cried the little man, turning on him.
”Becos----” began Jim Mason and stopped to rub his nose.
”Yo' 'old yo' noise, Jim,” recommended Rob Saunderson.
”Becos----” it was Tammas this time who paused.
”Git on wi' it, ye stammerin' stirk!” cried M'Adam. ”Why?”
”Becos--Owd Bob'll not rin.”
Tammas sat back in his chair.
”What!” screamed the little man, thrusting forward.
”What's that!” yelled Long Kirby, leaping to his feet.
”Mon, say it agin!” shouted Rob.
”What's owd addled eggs tellin'?” cried Liz Burton.
”Dang his 'ead for him!” shouts Tupper.
”Fill his eye!” says Ned Hoppin.
They jostled round the old man's chair: M'Adam in front; Jem Burton and Long Kirby leaning over his shoulder; Liz behind her father; Saunderson and Tupper tackling him on either side; while the rest peered and elbowed in the rear.
The announcement had fallen like a thunderbolt among them.
Tammas looked slowly up at the little mob of eager faces above him.
Pride at the sensation caused by his news struggled in his countenance with genuine sorrow for the matter of it.
”Ay, yo' may well 'earken all on yo'. Tis enough to mak' the deadies listen. I says agin: We's'll no rin oor Bob fot' Cup. And yo' may guess why. Bain't every mon, Mr. M'Adam, as'd pit aside his chanst o' the Cup, and that 'maist a gift for him”--M'Adam's tongue was in his cheek--”and it a certainty,” the old man continued warmly, ”oot o' respect for his wife's memory.”
The news was received in utter silence. The shock of the surprise, coupled with the bitterness of the disappointment, froze the slow tongues of his listeners.