“Up this path,” pointing to the one behind him. “Hoo did you?”
“Up this.”
Silence; then again:
“I'd ha' had him but for yo'.”
“I did have him, but ye tore me aff,”
A pause again.
“Where's yer gray dog?” This time the challenge was unmistakable.
“I sent him after the Killer. Wheer's your Red Wull?”
“At hame, as I tell't ye before.”
“Yo' mean yo' left him there?” M'Adam's fingers twitched.