"I--dinna--ken!" She cowered in abject fear against the wall.She could not know that this officer was suffering a bad attack of shame for his shabby part in the affair.Satisfied that the little dog really did live in the kirkyard, he turned back to the bridge.When Tammy came out presently he found Ailie crumpled up in a limp little heap in the gateway alcove.In a moment the tale of Bobby's peril was told.The laddie dropped his books and his crutches on the pavement, and his head in his helpless arms, and cried.He had small faith in Ailie's suddenly conceived plan to collect the seven shullings among the dwellers in the tenements.
"Do ye ken hoo muckle siller seven shullin's wad be? It's auchty-fower pennies, a hundred an' saxty-aucht ha'pennies an'--an'--I canna think hoo mony farthings.""I dinna care a bittie bit.There's mair folk aroond the kirkyaird than there's farthings i' twa, three times seven shullin's.An' maist ilka body kens Bobby.An' we hae a saxpence atween us noo.""Maister Brown wad gie us anither saxpence gin he had ane," Tammy suggested, wistfully.
"Nae, he's fair ill.Gin he doesna keep canny it wull gang to 'is heart.He'd be aff 'is heid, aboot Bobby.Oh, Tammy, Maister Traill gaed to gie 'im up! He was wearin' a' 'is gude claes an' a lang face, to gang to Bobby's buryin'."This dreadful thought spurred them to instant action.By way of mutual encouragement they went together through the sculptured doorway, that bore the arms of the ancient guild of the candlemakers on the lintel, and into the carting office on the front.
"Do ye ken Greyfriars Bobby?" Tammy asked, timidly, of the man in charge.
He glowered at the laddie and shook his head."Havers, mannie;there's no' onybody named for an auld buryin' groond."The children fled.There was no use at all in wasting time on folk who did not know Bobby, for it would take too long to explain him.But, alas, they soon discovered that "maist ilka body" did not know the little dog, as they had so confidently supposed.He was sure to be known only in the rooms at the rear that overlooked the kirkyard, and, as one went upward, his identity became less and less distinct.He was such a wee, wee, canny terrier, and so many of the windows had their views constantly shut out by washings.Around the inner courts, where unkempt women brought every sort of work out to the light on the galleries and mended worthless rags, gossiped, and nursed their babies on the stairs, Bobby had sometimes been heard of, but almost never seen.Children often knew him where their elders did not.By the time Ailie and Tammy had worked swiftly down.to the bottom of the Row other children began to follow them, moved by the peril of the little dog to sympathy and eager sacrifice.
"Bide a wee, Ailie!" cried one, running to overtake the lassie.
"Here's a penny.I was gangin' for milk for the porridge.We can do wi'oot the day."And there was the money for the broth bone, and the farthing that would have filled the gude-man's evening pipe, and the ha'penny for the grandmither's tea.It was the world-over story of the poor helping the poor.The progress of Ailie and Tammy through the tenements was like that of the piper through Hamelin.The children gathered and gathered, and followed at their heels, until a curiously quiet mob of threescore or more crouched in the court of the old hall of the Knights of St.John, in the Grassmarket, to count the many copper coins in Tammy's woolen bonnet.
"Five shullin's, ninepence, an' a ha'penny," Tammy announced.And then, after calculation on his fingers, "It'll tak' a shullin'
an' twapenny ha'penny mair."
There was a gasping breath of bitter disappointment, and one wee laddie wailed for lost Bobby.At that Ailie dashed the tears from her own eyes and sprang up, spurred to desperate effort.She would storm the all but hopeless attic chambers.Up the twisting turnpike stairs on the outer wall she ran, to where the swallows wheeled about the cornices, and she could hear the iron cross of the Knights Templars creak above the gable.Then, all the way along a dark passage, at one door after another, she knocked, and cried,"Do ye ken Greyfriars Bobby?"At some of the doors there was no answer.At others students stared out at the bairn, not in the least comprehending this wild crying.Tears of anger and despair flooded the little maid's blue eyes when she beat on the last door of the row with her doubled fist.
"Do ye ken Greyfriars Bobby? The police are gangin' to mak' 'im be deid--" As the door was flung open she broke into stormy weeping.
"Hey, lassie.I know the dog.What fashes you?"There stood a tall student, a wet towel about his head, and, behind him, the rafters of the dormer-lighted closet were as thickly hung with bunches of dried herbs from the Botanical Garden as any auld witch wife's kitchen.
"Oh, are ye kennin' 'im? Isna he bonny an' sonsie? Gie me the shullin' an' twapenny ha' penny we're needin', so the police wullna put 'im awa'.""Losh! It's a license you're wanting? I wish I had as many shullings as I've had gude times with Bobby, and naething to pay for his braw company."For this was Geordie Ross, going through the Medical College with the help of Heriot's fund that, large as it was, was never quite enough for all the poor and ambitious youths of Edinburgh.And so, although provided for in all necessary ways, his pockets were nearly as empty as of old.He could spare a sixpence if he made his dinner on a potato and a smoked herring.That he was very willing to do, once he had heard the tale, and he went with Ailie to the lodgings of other students, and demanded their siller with no explanation at all.
"Give the lassie what you can spare, man, or I'll have to give you a licking," was his gay and convincing argument, from door to door, until the needed amount was made up.Ailie fled recklessly down the stairs, and cried triumphantly to the upward-looking, silent crowd that had grown and grown around Tammy, like some host of children crusaders.
