contagion and cheered too; and the uproar continued for some
minutes.

When it was ended Lady Eleanour was standing up, a faint flush
on her cheeks and her eyes flashing dangerously, like a queen at
bay.

"Yes," she cried, and her clear voice thrilled through the air like a
trumpet. "Yes; and now three cheers for Mr. M'Adam and his Red
Wull! Hip! hip--"

"Hooray!" A little knowt of stalwarts at the back--James Moore,
Parson Leggy, Jim Mason, and you may be sure in heart, at least,
Owd Bob--responded to the call right lustily. The crowd joined in;
and, once off, cheered and cheered again.

"Three cheers more for Mr. M'Adam!"

But the little man waved to them.

"Dinna be bigger heepocrites than ye can help," he said. "Ye've
done enough for one day, and thank ye for it."

Then Lady Eleanour handed him the Cup.

"Mr. M'Adam, I present you with the Champion Challenge Dale
Cup, open to all corners. Keep it, guard it, love it as your own, and
win it again if you can. Twice more and it's yours, you know, and it
will stop forever beneath the shadow of the Pike. And the right
place for it, say I--the Dale Cup for Dalesmen."