"So they dinna allow ye indoors wi' the Cup," he laughed. "They know yer little ways then, David,"
"Nay, I'm not wanted in there," David answered bitterly, but not so loud that his father could hear. Maggie within the kitchen heard, however, but paid no heed; for her heart was hard against the boy, who of late, though he never addressed her, had made himself as unpleasant in a thousand little ways as only David M'Adam could.
At that moment the Master came stalking into the yard, Owd Bob preceding him; and as the old dog recognized his visitor he bristled involuntarily.
At the sight of the Master M'Adam hurried forward.
"I did but come to ask after the tyke," he
~said. "Is he gettin' over his lameness?"
James Moore looked surprised; then his stern face relaxed into a cordial smile. Such generous anxiety as to the welfare of Red Wull's rival was a wholly new characteristic in the little man,
"I tak' it kind in yo', M'Adam," he said, "to come and inquire."
