but even with that it seemed as if she had changed, become

The boy obeyed, and stood up in his thin shirt, his face white and set as a statue's. Red Wull seated himself on his haunches close by, his ears pricked, licking his lips, all attention.

The little man suppled the great ash-plant in his hands and raised it. But the expression on the boy's face arrested his arm.

"Say ye're sorry and I'll let yer a.ff easy."

"One mair chance--yer last! Say yer 'shamed o' yerself'!"

The little man brandished his cruel, white weapon, and Red Wull shifted a little to obtain a better view.

"Git on wi' it," ordered David angrily.

The little man raised the stick again and-- threw it into the farthest corner of the room.

It fell with a rattle on the floor, and M'Adam turned away.