Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER XXVI RED-HANDED THE sun was hiding behind the Pike. Over thelowlands the feathery breath of night hovered the hillside was shivering in the dullness of dawn. Down on the silvery sward beside the Stony Bottomthere lay the ruffled body of a dead sheep. All about thevictim the dewy ground was dark and patchy like dis-hevelled velvet; bracken trampled down; stones displacedas though by straggling feet; and the whole spotted withthe all-pervading red. A score yards up the hill, in a writhing confusion of redand gray, two dogs at death-grips. While yet higher,
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER XXVI RED-HANDED THE sun was hiding behind the Pike. Over thelowlands the feathery breath of night hovered the hillside was shivering in the dullness of dawn. Down on the silvery sward beside the Stony Bottomthere lay the ruffled body of a dead sheep. All about thevictim the dewy ground was dark and patchy like dis-hevelled velvet; bracken trampled down; stones displacedas though by straggling feet; and the whole spotted withthe all-pervading red. A score yards up the hill, in a writhing confusion of redand gray, two dogs at death-grips. While yet higher, apack of wild-eyed hill-sheep watched, fascinated, thebloody drama. The fight raged. Red and gray, blood-spattered,murderous-eyed; the crimson froth dripping from theirjaws; now rearing high with arching crests and wrestling 257 258 RED-HANDED paws; now rolling over in tumbling, tossing, worryingdisorder—the two fought out their blood-feud. Above, the close-packed flock huddled and stamped,ever edging nearer to wat
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