Bob, son of Battle . his , good-nicht to ye! and he stepped out into therain. It was long after dark when the bargain was finallystruck. Adam MAdams Red Wull became that little mansproperty for the following realizable assets: ninepence incash—three coppers and a doubtful sixpence; a plug of sus-picious tobacco in a well-worn pouch; and an old watch. Its clean givin im ye, said the stranger bitterly,at the end of the deal. 28 RED WULL Its mair the chanty than aught else maks me saeleeberal, the other answered gently. I wad not like tosee ye pinched. Thank ye kindly, the big man replie
Bob, son of Battle . his , good-nicht to ye! and he stepped out into therain. It was long after dark when the bargain was finallystruck. Adam MAdams Red Wull became that little mansproperty for the following realizable assets: ninepence incash—three coppers and a doubtful sixpence; a plug of sus-picious tobacco in a well-worn pouch; and an old watch. Its clean givin im ye, said the stranger bitterly,at the end of the deal. 28 RED WULL Its mair the chanty than aught else maks me saeleeberal, the other answered gently. I wad not like tosee ye pinched. Thank ye kindly, the big man replied with someacerbity, and plunged out into the darkness and was that long-limbed drover-man ever again seen inthe countryside. And the puppys previous history—whether he was honestly come by or no, whether he was,indeed, of the famous Red McCulloch* strain, everremained a mystery in the Daleland. *—You may know a Red McCulloch anywhere by the ring of white uponhis tail some two inches from the CHAPTER IV FIRST BLOOD /&FTER that first encounter in the DalesmansX\. Daughter, Red Wull, for so MAdam called him,resigned himself complacently to his lot; recognizing,perhaps, his destiny. Thenceforward the sour little man and the vicious puppygrew, as it were, together. The two were never MAdam was, there was sure to be his tiny atten-dant, bristling defiance as he kept ludicrous guard over hismaster. The little man and his dog were inseparable. MAdamnever left him even at the Grange. I couldna trust ma Wullie at hame alone wi the dearlad, was his explanation. I ken weel Id come back tofind a wee corpse on the floor, and David singin: My heart is sair, 1 daur na tell,My heart is sair for somebody. 29 3o FIRST BLOOD Ay, and hed be sair elsewhere by the time Id done wi*him—he! he! The sneer at Davids expense was as characteristic as itwas unjust. For though the puppy and the boy werealready sworn enemies, yet the lad would have scorned toharm so sma
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