Part 30 (1/2)
”And on yours.”
Together they walked hack into the little moonlit hollow. There lay the murdered sheep in a pool of blood. Plain it was to see whence the marks on their coats came. M'Adam touched the victim's head with his foot. The movement exposed its throat. With a shudder he replaced it as it was.
The two men stood back and eyed one another.
”What are yo' doin' here?”
”After the Killer. What are you?”
”After the Killer?”
”Hoo did you come?”
”Up this path,” pointing to the one behind him. ”Hoo did you?”
”Up this.”
Silence; then again:
”I'd ha' had him but for yo'.”
”I did have him, but ye tore me aff,”
A pause again.
”Where's yer gray dog?” This time the challenge was unmistakable.
”I sent him after the Killer. Wheer's your Red Wull?”
”At hame, as I tell't ye before.”
”Yo' mean yo' left him there?” M'Adam's fingers twitched.
”He's where I left him.”
James Moore shrugged his shoulders. And the other began:
”When did yer dog leave ye?”
”When the Killer came past.”
”Ye wad say ye missed him then?”
”I say what I mean.”
”Ye say he went after the Killer. Noo the Killer was here,” pointing to the dead sheep. ”Was your dog here, too?”
”If he had been he'd been here still.”