Bob, son of Battle . nded in thatbull-like, blood-chilling blare. In the mean time, MAdam and the secretary hadconcluded their business. It had been settled that theCup was to be delivered over to James Moore not laterthan the following Saturday. Saturday, see! at the latest! the secretary cried ashe turned and trotted off. Mr. Trotter, MAdam called after him, Im sorry,but ye maun bide this side the Lea till Ive reached thefoot o the Pass. Gin they gentlemen—nodding toward the crowd—should set hands on me, why and he shrugged his shoulders significantly. Forbye, Wullieskeepin the bridge. With
Bob, son of Battle . nded in thatbull-like, blood-chilling blare. In the mean time, MAdam and the secretary hadconcluded their business. It had been settled that theCup was to be delivered over to James Moore not laterthan the following Saturday. Saturday, see! at the latest! the secretary cried ashe turned and trotted off. Mr. Trotter, MAdam called after him, Im sorry,but ye maun bide this side the Lea till Ive reached thefoot o the Pass. Gin they gentlemen—nodding toward the crowd—should set hands on me, why and he shrugged his shoulders significantly. Forbye, Wullieskeepin the bridge. With that the little man strolled off leisurely; nowdallying to pick a flower, now to wave a mocking hand atthe furious mob, and so slowly on to the foot of the MuirkMuir Pass. There he turned and whistled that shrill, peculiar , Wullie, to me! he called. At that, with one last threat thrown at the thousandsouls he had held at bay for thirty minutes, the TaillessTyke swung about and galloped after his
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