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"I'm tired out and sick of talking about him." But the doctor did not move. "Nevertheless," he stated, "you will remain. There is something further which you know and which you will communicate to me." Buck Daniels turned at the door; his face was not pleasant. "While observing you as you talked with the girl," Byrne said, "it occurred to me that you were holding information from her.
Byrne got up, walked to the door, and turning the key in the enormous lock put it coolly in his pocket. This was clearly the only entrance, and he did not mean to be taken unawares by whatever danger there might have been lurking outside. When he turned from the door he saw the two witches "affiliated to the Devil" and the Satanic girl looking at him in silence.
His apprehensions somehow had been soothed; perhaps by the sensation of warmth after severe exposure and the ease of resting after the exertion of fighting the gale inch by inch all the way. He had no doubt of Tom's safety. He was now sleeping in the mountain camp having been met by Gonzales' men. Byrne rose, filled a tin goblet with wine out of a skin hanging on the wall, and sat down again.
It is true that he had urged her to marry Mallory; but now, in his lonesomeness and friendlessness, he felt almost as though she had been untrue to him. "Come along, Byrne," a bailiff interrupted his thoughts, "the jury's reached a verdict." The judge was emerging from his chambers as Billy was led into the courtroom. Presently the jury filed in and took their seats.
Byrne one of the Unionist gang of lawyers proposed a ridiculous amendment, the effect of which would have been that the Irish Legislature would not have had the right to give a license for a fowling-piece, or to arm their police to meet a rising of the Orangemen. It was then that Mr. Sexton intervened with a word of warning against such a restriction.
His voice had risen to a ringing note as he proceeded and he now slipped from his chair and faced Randall Byrne, a big man, brown, hard-handed. The doctor crimsoned. "Well?" he echoed, but in place of a deep ring his words were pitched in a high squeak of defiance. He saw a large hand contract to a fist, but almost instantly the big man grinned, and his eyes went past Byrne.
And who may say that her hypothesis was not correct at least it seemed that Billy Byrne was undergoing a metamorphosis, and at the instant there was still a question as to which personality should eventually dominate. Byrne turned away from the reproach which replaced the horror in the girl's eyes, and with a tired sigh let his head fall upon his outstretched arm.
He was walking up and down the line as unconcernedly as though we were at target practice, and an Irish sergeant, Byrne, was assisting him by keeping up a continuous flow of comments and criticisms that showed the keenest enjoyment of the situation. Byrne was the only man I noticed who seemed to regard the fight as in any way humorous.
Occasionally this diet had been relieved by messes of wild fowl and fox that Byrne had been successful in snaring with a primitive trap of his own invention; but lately the prey had become wary, and even the fish seemed less plentiful. After two days of fruit diet, Byrne announced his intention of undertaking a hunting trip upon the mainland.
"Sure," replied Byrne shortly; "but we can't waste any time chinnin'. I heard that Miss Barbara was goin' to be swiped last night I heard that she had been. Now hurry and see if she is here." Anthony Harding turned and leaped up the narrow stairway to the second floor four steps at a time. He hadn't gone upstairs in that fashion in forty years.
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