Bob, son of Battle . o do amid the laughter of the onlookers. Among the last, James Moore was borne past the littleman. At sight of him, MAdams face assumed anexpression of intense concern. Man, Moore! he cried, peering forward as though inalarm; man, Moore, yere green—positeevely ye in pain? Then, catching sight of Owd Bob, hestarted back in affected horror. And, ma certes! sos yer dog! Yer dog as was grayis green. Oh, guid life!—and he made as though about tofall fainting to the ground. Then, in bantering tones; Ah, but ye shouldnacovet Hell ha no need to covet it long, I can tel
Bob, son of Battle . o do amid the laughter of the onlookers. Among the last, James Moore was borne past the littleman. At sight of him, MAdams face assumed anexpression of intense concern. Man, Moore! he cried, peering forward as though inalarm; man, Moore, yere green—positeevely ye in pain? Then, catching sight of Owd Bob, hestarted back in affected horror. And, ma certes! sos yer dog! Yer dog as was grayis green. Oh, guid life!—and he made as though about tofall fainting to the ground. Then, in bantering tones; Ah, but ye shouldnacovet Hell ha no need to covet it long, I can tell yo,interposed Tammass shrill accents. And why for no? Becos next year he 11 win it fra yo. Oor Bob 11 win mon. Why? thots why. The retort was greeted with a yell of applause from thesprinkling of Dalesmen in the crowd. But MAdam swaggered away into the tent, his headup, the Cup beneath his arm, and Red Wull guarding hisrear. First of a yell ha to beat Adam MAdam and hisRed Wull! he cried back CHAPTER XI OOR BOB MADAMS pride in the great Cup that now gracedhis kitchen was supreme. It stood alone in thevery centre of the mantelpiece, just below the old bell-mouthed blunderbuss that hung upon the wall. Theonly ornament in the bare room, it shone out in its silverychastity like the moon in a gloomy sky. For once the little man was content. Since his mothersdeath David had never known such peace. It was notthat his father became actively kind; rather that he forgotto be actively unkind. Not as I care a brazen button one way or tither,the boy informed Maggie. Then yo should, that proper little person replied. MAdam was, indeed, a changed being. He forgot tocurse James Moore; he forgot to sneer at Owd Bob; herarely visited the Sylvester Arms, to the detriment of JemBurtons pocket and temper; and he was never drunk. 103 io4 OOR BOB Soaks isself at home, instead, suggested Tammas,the prejudiced. But the accusation was untrue. Too drunk to git so far, said Long
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