Bob, son of Battle . her. Nay, nay, lad, the Master replied. Yons not amatter for a mons friends. So they marched out of the Devils Bowl, and left thosetwo alone together. A little later, as they trampled along, James Mooreheard little pattering, staggering footsteps behind. He stopped, and the other two went on. Man, a voice whispered, and a face, white and piti-ful, like a mothers pleading for her child, looked intohis—Man, ye11 no tell them a ? I d no like em to kentwas ma Wullie. Think an t had bin yer ain dog. You may trust me! the other answered thickly. The little man stretched out a pa
Bob, son of Battle . her. Nay, nay, lad, the Master replied. Yons not amatter for a mons friends. So they marched out of the Devils Bowl, and left thosetwo alone together. A little later, as they trampled along, James Mooreheard little pattering, staggering footsteps behind. He stopped, and the other two went on. Man, a voice whispered, and a face, white and piti-ful, like a mothers pleading for her child, looked intohis—Man, ye11 no tell them a ? I d no like em to kentwas ma Wullie. Think an t had bin yer ain dog. You may trust me! the other answered thickly. The little man stretched out a palsied hand. Gie us yer hand ont. And G-God bless ye, JamesMoore! So these two shook hands in the moonlight, with noneto witness it but the God who made them. And that is why the mystery of the Black Killer is yetunsolved in the Daleland. Many have surmised; besidesthose three only one other knows—knows now which ofthose two he saw upon a summer night was the guilty,which the innocent. And Postie Jim tells no CHAPTER XXX THE TAILLESS TYKE AT BAY ON THE following morning there was a sheep-auction at the Dalesmans Daughter. Early as many of the farmers arrived, there was oneearlier. Tupper, the first man to enter the sand-flooredparlour, found M Adam before him. He was sitting a little forward in his chair; his thinhands rested on his knees; and on his face was a gentle,dreamy expression such as no man had ever seen therebefore. All the harsh wrinkles seemed to have fled in thenight; and the sour face, stamped deep with the bitternessof life, was softened now, as if at length at peace. When I coom doon this mornin, said Teddy Bol-stock in a whisper. I found im just sittin so. Andhes nor moved nor spoke since. Wheres th Terror, then? asked Tupper, awedsomehow into like hushed tones. In t paddock at back, Teddy answered, marchin 292 THE TAILLESS TYKE AT BAY 293 hoop and doon, hoop and doon, for a the world like asentry-soger. And so he was when I looked oot owindow when I
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