Bob, Sohn von Battle . ist Gegner. Er hat ihn vermisst, und der graue Hund hat ihn wie einen Postzug angeklagt. Hallo! James Moore, aber über er ging es wie ein gestürzter Schubkarren, während der alte Hund sich wieder drehte, den TH OWD UN 229 am Tor raste, es großartig in seinem Schritt nahm und die Spur nach seinem Meister galoppierte. Bei Madams Yell hatte sich James Moore gedreht. Wird ordnungsgemäß serviert! Er rief zurück. Höllenlarnye noch sein nicht kluger, einen grauen Hund oder seine Schafe zu manipulieren.Nicht das erste Mal, wenn die hes Ye, ich m thinkt! Der kleine Mann hob sich schmerzhaft an seinen Ellbogen und krachte zum Tor. Der Meister, auf der Spur, coul

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Bob, son of Battle . is opponent. He missed, and the gray dog charged at him like a mail-train. Hi! James Moore but over he went like a toppled wheelbarrow, while the old dog turned again, raced TH OWD UN 229 at the gate, took it magnificently in his stride, and gallopedup the lane after his master. At MAdams yell, James Moore had turned. Served yo properly! he called back. Hell larnye yet its not wise to tamper wi a gray dog or his sheep.Not the first time hes downed ye, I m thinkin! The little man raised himself painfully to his elbow andcrawled toward the gate. The Master, up the lane, couldhear him cursing as he dragged himself. Another momentand a head was poked through the bars of the gate, and adevilish little face looked after him. Downed me, by , he did! the little man cried passionately. I owed ye baith somethin before this, and noo, by , I owe ye somethin more. An mind ye, Adam MAdam pays his debts! Ive heard the contrary, the Master replied drily, and turned away up the lane toward the Marches.. CHAPTER XXIV A SHOT IN THE NIGHT IT WAS only three short weeks before Cup Day thatone afternoon Jim Mason brought a letter to Kenmuir.James Moore opened it as the postman still stood in thedoor. It was from Long Kirby—still in retirement—begginghim for mercys sake to keep Owd Bob safe within doorsat nights; at all events till after the great event was over.For Kirby knew, as did every Dalesman, that the old dogslept in the porch, between the two doors of the house, ofwhich the outer was only loosely closed by a chain, so thatthe ever-watchful guardian might slip in and out and gohis rounds at any moment of the night. This was how the smith concluded his ill-spelt note:Look out for MAdam i tell you i know hel tri at thowdun afore cup day—failin im you. if the ole dogs betei m a ruined man i say so for the luv o God keep yer eyeswide. 330 A SHOT IN THE NIGHT 231 The Master read the letter, and handed it to thepostman, who perused it carefully. I tell yo what,

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