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Bob, son of Battle . s-day—yoll be at the Manor dinner, I suppose. Noo Ivewarned yo, and you know best whether I m in earnest orno. Boy, lad! He turned away, but turned sorry for ye, but Ive ma duty to do—sove Saturday I shall breathe no word to ony soul o thisbusiness, so that if you see good to put him oot o the waywioot bother, no one need iver know as hoo Adam MAdams Red Wull was the Black Killer. 266 RED-HANDED He turned away for the second time. But the littleman sprang after him, and clutched him by the arm. Look ye here, James Moore! he cried in thick, shakyhorrible v
Bob, son of Battle . s-day—yoll be at the Manor dinner, I suppose. Noo Ivewarned yo, and you know best whether I m in earnest orno. Boy, lad! He turned away, but turned sorry for ye, but Ive ma duty to do—sove Saturday I shall breathe no word to ony soul o thisbusiness, so that if you see good to put him oot o the waywioot bother, no one need iver know as hoo Adam MAdams Red Wull was the Black Killer. 266 RED-HANDED He turned away for the second time. But the littleman sprang after him, and clutched him by the arm. Look ye here, James Moore! he cried in thick, shakyhorrible voice. Yere big, Im sma; yere Strang, Imweak; yeve ivery one to your back, Ive niver a one; youtell your story, and theyll believe ye—for you gae tochurch; Ill tell mine, and theyll think I lie—for I a word in your ear! If iver agin I catch ye on maland, by—!—he swore a great oath—Ill no spare ken best if Im in earnest or no. And his face wasdreadful to see in its hideous CHAPTER XXVII FOR THE DEFENCE IHAT night a vague story was whispered in theSylvester Arms. But Tammas, on being inter-rogated, pursed his lips and said: Nay, Im sworn tosay nowt. Which was the old mans way of puttingthat he knew nowt. On Thursday morning, James Moore and Andrew camedown arrayed in all their best. It was the day of thesquires annual dinner to his tenants. The two, however, were not allowed to start upon theirway until they had undergone a critical inspection byMaggie; for the girl liked her mankind to do honour toKenmuir on these occasions. So she brushed up Andrew,tied his scarf, saw his boots and hands were clean, andtitivated him generally till she had converted the ungainlyhobbledehoy into a thoroughly likely young mon. 267 268 FOR THE DEFENCE And all the while she was thinking of that other boyfor whom on such gala days she had been wont to per-form like offices. And her father, marking the tears in hereyes, and mindful of the squires mysterio
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