The little man took the Cup tenderly.

"It shall no leave the Estate or ma hoose, yer Leddyship, gin
Wullie and I can help it," he said emphatically.

Lady Eleanour retreated into the tent, and the crowd swarmed over
the ropes and round the little man, who held the Cup beneath his
arm.

Long Kirby laid irreverent hands upon it.

"Dinna finger it!" ordered M'Adam.

"Shall!''

"Shan't! Wullie, keep him aff." Which the great dog proceeded to
do amid the laughter of the onlookers.

Among the last, James Moore was borne past the little man. At
sight of him, M'Adam's face assumed an expression of intense
concern.

"Man, Moore!" he cried, peering forward as though in alarm;
"man, Moore, ye're green--positeevely verdant. Are ye in pain?"
Then, catching sight of Owd Bob, he started back in affected
horror.

"And, ma certes! so's yer dog! Yer dog as was gray is green. Oh,
guid life! "--and he made as though about to fall fainting to the