Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER X RED WULL WINS TAMMAS had but told the melancholy truth. OwdBob was not to run for the cup. And this self-denying ordinance speaks more for James Moores loveof his lost wife than many a lordly cenotaph. To the people of the Daleland, from the Black Waterto the market-cross in Grammoch-town, the news camewith the shock of a sudden blow. They had set theirhearts on the Gray Dogs success; and had felt serenelyconfident of his victory. But the sting of the matter layin this: that now the Tailless Tyke might well win. MAdam, on the other hand, was plunged into a fervou
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER X RED WULL WINS TAMMAS had but told the melancholy truth. OwdBob was not to run for the cup. And this self-denying ordinance speaks more for James Moores loveof his lost wife than many a lordly cenotaph. To the people of the Daleland, from the Black Waterto the market-cross in Grammoch-town, the news camewith the shock of a sudden blow. They had set theirhearts on the Gray Dogs success; and had felt serenelyconfident of his victory. But the sting of the matter layin this: that now the Tailless Tyke might well win. MAdam, on the other hand, was plunged into a fervourof delight at the news. For to win the Shepherds Trophywas the goal of his ambition. David was now less thannothing to the lonely little man, Red Wull everything tohim. And to have that name handed down to posterity,gallantly holding its place among those of the most famoussheep-dogs of all time, was his hearts desire.^ 93 94 RED WULL WINS As Cup Day drew near, the little man, his fine-drawntemperament strung to the
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