well-worn pouch; and an old watch.

"It's clean givin' 'im ye," said the stranger bitterly, at the end of
the deal.

"It's mair the charity than aught else mak's me sae leeberal," the
other answered gently. "I wad not like to see ye pinched."

"Thank ye kindly," the big man replied with some acerbity, and
plunged out into the darkness and rain. Nor was that long-limbed
drover-man ever again seen in the countryside. And the puppy's
previous history--. whether he was honestly come by or no,
whether he was, indeed, of the famous Red McCulloch* strain,
ever remained a mystery in the Daleland.

*N. B--You may know a Red McCulloeh anywhere by the ring of
white upon his tail some two inches from the root.

Chapter IV. FIRST BLOOD

AFTER that first encounter in the Dales-. man's Daughter, Red
Wull, for so M'Adam called him, resigned himself complacently to
his lot; recognizing, perhaps, his destiny.

Thenceforward the sour little man and the vicious puppy grew, as
it were, together. The two were never apart. Where M'Adam was,
there was sure to be his tiny attendant, bristling defiance as he kept
ludicrous guard over his master.

The little man and his dog were inseparable. M'Adam never left