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aim, still trenebling from .the horror
of his fear, came tip, and knelt be-
side his friend. "Ah, but there's bin
devilry in this!" he said; "I reckoned
they sheep had bin badly skeared, and
not so long agone."
"'Sheep -murder, sure enough!" the
other answered. No fox's dein' — a
,girt -grown two -shear as could maist
knock a h'ox."
Jim's hands travelled from. the body
to the dead creature's throat. He
screamed.
"By gab, Piaster! look 'ee theer!"
1He held his hand up in the moonlight,
end it dripped red. "And warm yet!
warm!"
"Tear some bracken, 'Jim!" ordered
the other„ "and set a -light. We mutt
see to this."
The postman did as bid. Far a mo-
ment the fern smouldered and smoked,
then rhe flame ran crackling along and
shot up in the darkness, weirdly light-
ing the scene; to the right' the low
wood, a block of solid blackness a-
gainst the sky; in front the wall of
sheep, -staring out of the gloom with
bright eyes; and as centre -piece that
still, white body, with the kneeling
men and lurcher .sniffing tentatively
round.
The victim was subjected to a criti-
cal examination. The throat, and that
only, had been hideously mauled;
from the raw wounds the .flesh hung
in horrid shreds; on the ground all
about were little pitiful dabs of wool,
wrenched off apparently in a struggle;
and, crawling among the ferneroots, a
snake -like track of red 'led down to the
stream.
"A dog's doin', and no mistakin'
that," said Jini at length, after a min-
ute inspection.
"Ay," declared the Master with slow
emphasis, "and a sheep -dog's too, and
an old un's, or I'm no shepherd."
The postman looked up.
"Why thot " he asked, puzzled.
"Becos," the Master answered,
" 'im as did this killed for blood—and
for blood only, If had bin ony other
dog—greyhound, bull, terrier, or even
a young sheep-dog—d'ye think he'd
ha' stopped wi'' the one? Not he; he'd
ha' gone through 'em, and 'be rmnnin'
'enc down, till 'he'd maybe killed the
half, But 'im as did this killed for ,i
blood, a say. He got it—killed just the
one, and nary touched the others, d'yo
'see, Jim?"
The postman whistled, long and
low.
"It's just what owd Wrottesley'd
tall on," he said. "I never nob'•but
half believed him then — I do now
though. D'yo' mind what th' owd
lad'd tell, Master?" ,
"That's it, I've never seen the like
a'fore myself, but I've heard ma gran -
dad speak o't.mony's the time. An owd
dog'll git the cravin' for sheep's blood
on him, just the same as a mon does
for the drink; he creeps oot o' night,
gallops afar, hunts his sheep, down.
'er, and satislfles the cravin'. And he
nary kills but the one, they say, for
he knows the vallie o' sheep same as
you and me. Be has his gallop,
quenches 'the thirst, and then he's for
home, maybe a score mile away, and
no one the wiser i' th' mornin', ,And
so on, till he teams to a bloody death,
the murderin' traitor."
"If he does!" said 'Jim.
"And he does, they say, nigh al-
ways. For he gets (bolder and (bolder
wi' not bein' caught,, until "one fine
night a bullet lets light into him. And
same mon ,gets knocked nigh end-
ways when theybring his best tyke
home i' th' mornin', wi' the ch'eep's
wool yet stickin' in his mouth."
The postman .whistledagain,
'"It's what owd 'Wrattesleyd tell on
to a tick. And he'd say, if ye mind,
M'aster, as hood the dog'd niver kill
his master's sheep -kind o' conscience
like,"
"Ay, 'I've heard that," said the Mas-
ter.: "Queer too, and 'im being such a
'bad tin!"
:Ji.tn Mason rose slowly . from his
{knees.
"Ma word," he said, "I wish Th'
IOwd Un was here. He'd 'appen show
us summat!".
"I nob'but wish he was, pore owd
lad!" said the Master.
IAs he spoke there was a crash in
the woad above them; a sound as of
some big body bursting furiously
through brushwood -
The two men rushed to the top of
the rise. In the darkness they could
see nothing; only, standing still and
holding their breaths, they could hear
the faint sound, ever 'growing fainter,
of some creature splashing in a hasty
gallop over the wet moors.
"Yen's hien! Yon's no fox, I'll tak'
oath. And a main big un, too, hark to
him!" cried Jim. Then to Gyp, who
had rushed off in hot pursuit: "Coom
back, chunk-'ead. What's use o' you.
agin a gallopin''potamus"
{Gradually the sounds died away and
away, and were no more.
"That's 'im, the devil!" said the
Master at length.
"Nay; the devil has a tail, they do
say," replied Jim thoughtfully. For
already the light of suspicion •was fo-
cusing its
o-cusing'its red glare.
"Woo I reck'n we're in for '.bloody
times among the sheep for a }while,"
said the Master, as Jim picked up 'his
bags.
"Better a sheep nor a mon," answer-
ed the postman, still harping on the
old theme.
CHAPTER XVI
That, as James Moore h'ad -predict-
ed, was only the ;first of a long suc-
cession of such solitary crimes.
(Those who have not lived in a deso-
late country like that about the Muir
Pike, where sheep are parambunt and
every other man engaged in the pro-
fession pastoral, can barely imagine
the sensation. aroused. 'In 'market
place, tavern, or cottage, the subject
of conversation was always the latest
sheep -murder and the yet -undetected
criminal.
Sometimes there would 'be a lull,
and the shepherds would begin to
breathe snore freely. Then there would
come a stormy night, when the heav-
ens were veiled in the cloak of crime,
and the wind moaned fitfully over
meres 'a,nld marches, and another vic-
tim would 'be added to the lengthen -
ng list.
:I't was always such 'blac'k nights,
nights of wind and weather, when eb
man would ,be abroad, that the •murcl-
erer chose for his !bloody .work; and
that was h'o'w he /became 'known from
the !Red 'Screen to the !Muir 'Pike as
the Black (Ciller, In +the IDalel'and they
still call a wild, wet night "A 'Black
IC'flet's night;" for •they say: "His,
ghaist'll be oot the night."
.There ,was 'hardly a farm in the
ceun'tryside but was marked with the
seal of :blood. Ken'muir escaped, and
the Grange; !Rab I5aunderson at 'the
7Halll, and Tupper at ISwinsbhwaite;
and :they were about the only lucky
ones.
As for Kenlnuir, Tammas declared
with a certain grim pride: 'He knows
'better'n to coom wheerTh' 'Owd Un
be," Whereat M''Adern was taken
with a fit of internal spasms, rubbing
his knees and cackling 'insanely 'for a
half-hour afterward; And as for the
luck of the !Grange—we'll, there was a
reason far that too, so the Dalesmen
said.
Though the area of crime stretched
front the 'Black Water to !Grammoch-
town, twenty odd 'miles, there was
never a sign of the perpetrator, The
'Killer did his bloody work with a
thoroughness and a rlevilsh cunning
that deified' det'ection.
[tt was plain that each murder might
be set down to the same agency, Each
was stamped with the sane unmis-
takable sign -manual: one sheep kill-
ed, its throat torn into red nibands
and the other untouched.'
!It was at the instagatio'n; o'f Parson
'Leggy that the squire imported a
bloodhound to track 'the .Killer to his
doom. Set on at afresh -killed carcase
art the iOne Tree !Knowe, he carried
the line a distance, in'the direction of
he 'Muir Pike; then was thrown out
Sy a little bustling beck, and never ac-,
knowledged the scent again„• After-
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ward he became unmanageable, and
could be no .'further utilized, Then
{'here was talk of inducing Tommy
Dobtbli aid, his pack to come over
fionf Eskdale .but that came to nosh
in , The 'Master of the Border Kant
lent 'a couple of foxhounds,' who ef-
fecte'd 0othing; aiuh there were a'hun-
dred other e,ttempts, and as many fail-
11ic, Tim u1,bason set a euunlnp trap or
two and caught his own bob -tailed
tortoise-sthell and a terrible .wigging
from his lnissus;''Ncd LT-Ioppin sat up
with a gun two nights over'a new slain
victim. .131.1t the .Killer ,n' ever returned
to the 'kill, and went about in the
midst of .hem all, carrying oi) his in-
famous tralfific and laughing up his
sleeve.
;An the mean while the Da'Iesinen
raged and swore vengeance; their im-
potence, their unsuccess, and their
losses heating their wrath to madness.
And the • bitfterest sting of ht all, lay in
this; that though they could trot de-
tect him, they 'were nigh to positive
as to !the cul'pri't.
Many a time was the .Black Killer
named in low -voiced conclave; imany
a time "did Long Kirby, as he stood in
the Border Rani and .watc'hed MIAd'am
and the Terrr walking down the
High, nudge Jinn Mason and whisper:
"Ilheer's the 'Keller—oneasy 'be his
grave!” To'•wlhich practical J'ini al-
ways.ni'ade. the s'am'e retort:
"Ay, theer's the 'Killer; but wheer's.
the proof
And therein lay the crux. There was
scarcely a man in the' country -side
who dou'b'ted the guilt of the Tailless
ITyke;,but, as Jami said, where was the
proof? They oou'ld but point to 'his
well -won ni'cicname; his evil notonie-
ty; say 'that, magnificent sheep -dog as
he was, he was known even in . his
work as a rough handler of stock; and
lastly remark, significantly that the
Grange was one of the few farms that
had so 'far escaped -unscathed. For
with the belief that the .Black Killer
was a sheep -dog they .held it as an
article of faith that he would in honor
spare his master's flock.
There may, indeed, have been pre-
judice in their judgment. Por each
:had his private grudge against the
Terror; and nigh every 'man bare on
his own person, or Inc clothes, or on
the body .of anis dog, the mark of that
huge terror.
Proof?
"`Why, he near killed ma Lassiel"
criee'Londesley.
"A.n'd he did kilt the'Wexerl"
"_And Wean Tromp!"
"And see pore old Wenus!" says
!John Swan, and pulls out that 'fair
!amazon, 'battered 'almost past recog-
nition, but a warrioress still,
"That's Red Weill—bloody be his
end!"
"And he laid ma {Rasper by for nigh
three weeks!" continues 'Tupper,
pointing to the yet -unhealed scars on.
the neck of the big bobtail,.",See th'isey
—his work,"
"And look here!" cries :Saunderson
exposing a ragged wound on S'hep's
throat; 1Pthat's the Terror—black he
his fa'!"
"Ay," says Long Kirby with an
oath; "the tykes love him nigh as
much as we do."
"Yes," says Ta'mnias. "Yo' jest
watch!"
iThe old man slips out ofthe tap-
room; and in another moment from
the road without comes a heavy, reg-
ular pat -pat -pat, as of same big crea-
ture approaching, and, 'blending with
the sound, little shuffling footsteps.
'In an instant every dog in the room.
has risen to his feet and stands star-
ing at the door with sullen, glowing
eyes; lips wrinkling, bristles rising,
throats rum'bli'ng.
An unsteady hand fumbles at the
,door; a reedy voice .oall's,"Wullie,
came here!" and the dogs move away,
sully, to either side the fireplace, tails
dower, ears back, grumbling still; the
picture of cowed passion.
Then the door opens; Tanimas ent-
ers, grinning; and earth, after a mo-
ment's scrutiny, resumes his +former
'position b'e'fore the fire,
Meanwhile over M'A•d.am, seemingly
all unsuspicious of this suspicion, a
change .had come..Whether it was that
for the time Inc heard less of the best
sheep -dog in the North, or for some
more occult rea'son, certain it is that
he became his old self. I -Bis tongue
wagged as gayly and bitterly as ever;
and hardly a night passed but he in-
furiated lTammes
n-furiated'Tamnnas almost to bl'o'ws with
his innuendoes and insidious: sar-
casms.
Oid Jonas Maddox, one evening at
the Sylvester Arius, 'inqu'ired of him
what his 'not'ion was as to ''the identity
of the Killer.
"1 hae ma suspicions, Mr. Mad-
dox; I hae .ma suspicions," the little
roan replied, cunningly Wagging his
head and giggling. But more than that
they could not elicit from him. A week
later, however, to the question:
"And what are yo' thinkin' o' this
black Killer, Mr, MIA'd'ani?"
"Why black?" the little man asked
earnestly; "why black m'air than white
—or gray, we'll say?" ,Ltedlcily for him,
hdwever, the Dalestnen are slow of win
is of speech.
David, too, 'harked the difference in
his fauther,• Who nagged at him now
with all the old spirit Atfirst he re.
{eked in thechange preferring this
outward and open -manta% to the a-
,foretime ste'althy enmity. But soon he
almost wished the other back; for the.
older he grew the more difficult did he
:find it to endure calmly these ever-
lasting bickerings.
1Foa one reason he was truly glad
of the altered .00ind'ition of affairs; he
salievecl that, for the 11 once at least,
his father had abandoned any ill de-
signs he might have cherished against
Dames Moore; those' sneaking night-.
visits to 'Kenrmiir were, he hoped, � dis-
continued,
Yet Maggie Moore, lied she been on
speaking terms with ,hini, could have
undeceived' hien. For, one night, when
alone in the :kitchen, on suddenly
looking up, she had, seen Id her hor-
ror a dim,,tnoonlike -face glued against
the window -piano. 'I•sa the finst niiad
p'an'ic of ,the moment she almost
s'cre'amed, and dropped her work;.
them -a true Moore—controlled her-
s'ell'f and sat; feigning to work, yet
watching all the while.
It was WA'dam, she 'recogn'ized'
that: the farce pale in its framework
of black; the heir lying dank and dark.
on his 'forehead; and the White eye-
lids blinking, slo_w, , regular, h'orri'ble.
IShe thought of the stories she had
he'a'rd of his sworn ve'nge'ance on her
'father, and her heart s'to'od still,
though she never moved. At length
'with a gasp of relief she dis'cern'ed that
the eyes were not directed on her.
(Stealthily, fol'l'owing their gaze,, she
saw they rested on the Slheplhends'.
Trophy; and on the Cup they remain-
ed fixed 'im'movable, while she sat mo-
tionless and watched. •
An hour, it seemed to her, elapsed
'b'efo're they shifted their direction, and
wandered round the room.' For a sec-
ond they dwelt upon her; then the
face withdrew .into the night.'
'Maggie told no one what she had
seen. Knowing well how terrible her
father was in anger, • she ,dedmed it
wiser to keep' silence. • \5Jh'ile as for
iDavid MIIA'dam, she should never
speak to him again!
And not for a moment did that
young man surmise whence his father
came when, on the night in question,
'M'Adam returned • to the Grange,
chuckling to himself. David was of
late growing accustomed to these fits
of silent, un'provo'ked merriment; and
when his father began giggling and
muttering to Red Wu'li, at first he
paid no heed, -
'Hel he! 'Wullie, A'iblins well beat
him. yet. There's many a stip twixt
Cup and lip—eh, Wullie, he! he!"
And he made allusion to the flourish-
ing 'o'f the wicked and their fell; end-
ing always with the same refrain:
"Het het 'Wullie. Ai'blins we'll beat
him yet."
In this ,strain he continued until
David, his patience exhausted, asked
roughly'
"What is't yo' inuinblitt' about ?
Wfia is it yo'll 'beat you and .yer
Wullie?' •
The lad's tone was as contemptuous
as his words. Long ago he had cast
aside any semblance of respect ' for
his father.
l'1iAdani onlyrublbed his knees and
giggled, in the taking of the Cup ;from him,
Hark to Nhe, dear tact, addresses
Lis- 'father 'and son lead been like two ves-
ten too pleasantly he addresses his gels charged with electricity, con'taci
aul'd d'adl" Then turning on his son;
and leering at him: "Who is it, . ye (between which might result at any
ask? What s'houl'd it be but the Black
was
in a shock and •a flash.' This
Killer? Wha else is there ,I'd be wush- the outcome not of a moment,
in' to' hurt?" but of years,
'The Black' Killer!" echoed the boy, Of late the -contest had raged
the tailless Tyke, who was lying at
his master's feet. 'Tate little man ceas-
ed rubbing his knees and eyed the
boy Daviel shifted uneasilybeneath
that cline, persistent stare.
"Well?" he said at length gruffly,
'The little main giggler:, and his two
thin hands took (rip thea task again.
"A,blins his •pair auld doited - fool
of a clad 'liens viae thani the dear lad'
thinks for, ay, or wus'hes—eh, Wcilie,
hel h,el
'111,e little man no'dcled and chuck]-
ed
N'aethin' ava, laddie ifaethin' worth
the mention. Only, ai'blins the Killer
;will be caught afore' sae hanig,"
,David smiled incredulous'ly, 'wagging
alis head in offensive stceptic'isan.
'"Yo'lI catch him yo'self, I sipose,
you and yer WtnlIie? T'ak' a chair on.
to the Marches, whistle a while, and
when the 'Killer comes, whypit a
phtech o' salt upon his taunt --if he has
nue.,,
{At the last words, ,heavily ,punctu-
ated by the speaker, the little' mean
.s'topped his rubbing as though • sh'ot.
"'What wad ye mean by that?" he
asked softly,' •
"What wad I?" the boy replied.
"I dinna 'ken, for : sure," the little
mien answered; "and its aiblins just as
well for you, dear dead"—in fawning .ac-
cents—"that I din:n." He 'began rub-
bing and ,giggling a'fre'sh.' "I't's a 'gran'
thing, Wullie, to ha' a .dutiful son -a
shairp lad w'ha has no s'i'lly sense o'
shame aback shanpenih' his wits at 'his
auld datl's expetns'e. And yet, despite
nor facetious laud there, a1blins we will
ha' a hand in the Killer's catchin'., you
andI Wteliie—'hel het" And the great
dog at his feet wagged his ,stum'p tail
in reply. • - •
ID'avid rose from his chair and walk-
ed across the room to where his faith-
er sat. u -
"Ff yo' know sic a .mighty hop," he
shouted, "happen yo'll just tell me
what yo' db know!"
M;Ad'anr stopped stroking Red
Wull's massive head, an,d looked' up.
"T'el'l ye? Ay, wha sh'oul'd I tell if
not ma dear David? Tell? ' Ary, I'll tell
ye this"—with a sudden snar of bit-
terness—"that you'd be the vairy last
person I wad tell." ,
CHAPTER XVII
!!David and Maggie, meanwhile, were
drifting further and further apart. He
naw thought the girl took too much
upon herself; that this assumption of
the woman and the mother was over-
done. Once, on a Sunday, he caught
her hearing Andrew his catechism. He
watched the performance through" a
oracle in the door, and listening, giggl-
ing, to her simple teaching. At length
this merriment grew so boisterous that
she looked up, saw him, and, straight-
way rising to her feet, crossbd the
room and shut the door; tendering her
unspoken rebuke with such a sweet
dignity that he slunk away for once
decently ashamed. And the incident
served to add ;point to his hostility.
Consequently he was seldom at
tK•enmuir, and more often at home„
quarrelling with his fa'th'er.
Since that day, two years before,
whenthe boy hand been an instrument
and looked at his fat'h'er in amaze-
ment.
Now David was almost the only
man in Wastrel -dale who denied Red
!Wall's identity with the Killer, "Nay,"
he said once; "he'd kill me, given half
a chance, but a sheep—no," Yet,
though himself of this opinion., he
knew well what the talk was, and was
astonished accordingly at his father's
rem ark.
The Black Iziiiar„ is it? What d' -
you know o' the Killer?" he inquired.
"Why black, I wad ken? Why
black?" the little- man asked, leaning_
forward in his chair.
Now David, though 'repudiating in
the village Red W'all's complicity with
the crimes, at home wasnever so
hap'p'y as when casting :'cunning in-
nuendoes to that effect:
"What would you have him then?"
he asked. 'Red, yeller, muck -dirt col-
or?" -and he stared significantly : at
tttarlcedly fierce; far MlA'dam noticed
his son's more frequent presence at
home, and commented on the fact in
his usual spirit of pl ylfu'1 raillery.
'What's come to ye, David?" he
asked one day, "Yer meld dad's head
is nigh turned wi' yer conde'scens'ion,.
Z's
Taffies Moore feared ye'll steal the
Cup fra him, as ye stole it from me,
that he'll not ha' ye at Kenniur? or
what is it?"
"I thought I could maybe keep an
eye on the Killer gin I -stayed here,"
David answered, leering at Red 'W'ull.
"Ye'd -.de better at Kertmuie—e'h,
Wnidiel" the little man replied.
"Nay," the outlier answered, "he'll
not go to Kentnoir. There's 'Th' O'wd
Use, to see to him there o' nights."
The little man w'hi'pped round.
"Aire ye so sure he is there o'
nights, min lad?" he asked with slow
signiii'cante.
(To Be +Continued.)
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(Murray, R. R. 3, ,Seaforth; E. R. G.
Ja'ren'outh, Brodhagen; James Watt,
'Blyth; C. 'F, Hewitt, .!Kincardine;,
Writ Yeo, Hblmesv'ille.
DIRECTORS:
William Knox, Londesboro; George
Leodnhardt, Brodh'agen; James +Con-
nially, God'erioh; Alex. Br'oa'd'foot, No.
3, Seaforth; Robert Ferris, Blyth;
George McCartney, No. 3,, Seaforth,
John: Pepper, Brucefieid; James' Shol-
dice, Walton; Thomas Moylan, No.. 5,.
Seaforth.
Parties desirous to effect insuran•'et,
or transact other business, will be
promptly attended to by applications'
to any of the above named officers ad-
dressed to . their respective pout
office's.
'I't Will Relieve a 'Cold.—Goilds'are'.
the 'commonest ailments of mankind
and' if neglected may, lead to serious l
conditions: IDr, Thomas' Eclec i
c
'Oil ; will relieve ' 'tr e
the bronchial p;as'sages
of 'inflammation -.speedily and thor-
mighty and will ?strengthen theme a-
gainst subsequent ' attack, And as it
eases the inflammation it will usually
stop the coug,h because it alila'ys the
irritation in the throat, ,Try it and
prove it.
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