cowcumber, yet determined. At last Mr. Bull sees it's no manner o'
use that gate, so he turns, rares up, and tries to jump wall. Nary a
bit. Young dog jumps in on un and nips him by tail. Wi' that, bull
tumbles down in a hurry, turns wi' a kind o' groan, and marches
back into stall, Bob after un. And then, dang me!"--the old man
beat the ladder as he loosed off this last titbit,--" if he doesna sit'
isseif i' door like a sentrynel till 'Enry Farewether cootn up. Hoo's
that for a tyke not yet a year?"

Even Sam'l Todd was moved by the tale.

"Well done, oor Bob!" he cried.

"Good, lad!" said the Master, laying a hand on the dark head at his
knee.

"Yo' may well say that," cried Tanitnas in a kind of ecstasy. "A
proper Gray Dog, I tell yo'. Wi' the brains of a man and the way of
a woman. Ah, yo' canna beat 'em nohow, the Gray Dogs o'
Kenmuir!"

The patter of cheery feet rang out on the plank-bridge over the
stream below them. Tammas glanced round.

"Here's David," he said. "Late this mornin' he be."

A fair-haired boy came spurring up the slope, his face all aglow
with the speed of his running. Straightway the young dog dashed
off to meet him with a fiery speed his sober gait belied. The two
raced back together into the yard.