Bob, son of Battle . as surely as a lighted match powder. Ye maun be cauld, standin there so. Rin ye doonand fetch oor little frien—a reference to a certain straphanging in the kitchen. Ill see if I can warm ye. David turned and stumbled down the unlit, narrowstairs. The hard, cold boards struck like death againsthis naked feet. At his heels followed Red Wull, his hotbreath fanning the boys bare legs. So into the kitchen and back up the stairs, and Red Wullalways following. Ill no despair yet o teachin ye the fifth command-ment, though I kill masel in doin it! cried the littleman, seizing the
Bob, son of Battle . as surely as a lighted match powder. Ye maun be cauld, standin there so. Rin ye doonand fetch oor little frien—a reference to a certain straphanging in the kitchen. Ill see if I can warm ye. David turned and stumbled down the unlit, narrowstairs. The hard, cold boards struck like death againsthis naked feet. At his heels followed Red Wull, his hotbreath fanning the boys bare legs. So into the kitchen and back up the stairs, and Red Wullalways following. Ill no despair yet o teachin ye the fifth command-ment, though I kill masel in doin it! cried the littleman, seizing the strap from the boys numb grasp. When it was over, MAdam turned, breathless, the threshold of the room he stopped and looked round:a little, dim-lit, devilish figure, framed in the door; whilefrom the blackness behind, Red Wulls eyes gleamedyellow. Glancing back, the little man caught such an expressionon Davids face that for once he was fairly afraid. Hebanged the door and hobbled actively down the
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