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I think myself it is no everyday production; not I believe such as the thistle-browser Heffernan, or Misther Demosthenes M'Gosther could achieve the one wid his mile and a half, and the other wid his three townlands of reputation. No, sir, to the divil I pitch them both; they could never indite such a document. Your health, Mr.
Heffernan was in charge of the starboard boat, already beginning to run down its lines, and over that on the port side, Coulter himself held command. It seemed that when the moment of final issue came, a few of the foremast men had preferred entrusting their chances to obeying the captain, whose effectiveness had been proven, to casting their lots with their mates. These were busy at the tackle.
"You're sick again, Morton," said the adjutant somewhat sternly. "I thought I told you to see Dr. Heffernan. Have you done so?" "I wasn't sick enough," faltered the young soldier. "I was all right a minute or two or rather this morning, sir. It'll be over presently. Perhaps it was the smell of the oil that did it the stove is close to my desk." But Gordon continued to look at him doubtfully.
The other two men were brought up to support him, the old man Terry and Con Heffernan. They of course had not been present at the examination of Flory, and were asked, first one and then the other, what they knew of the transactions of the afternoon on which the waters had been let in on the meadows of Ballintubber. They knew nothing at all, they said.
"There was Con Heffernan, and a man they call Lax, who had come from Lough Conn beyond Castlebar." "He's not a man of this county." "I think not, though I had seen him here before. He has had something to do with the Landleaguers up about Foxford." "I think I have a speaking acquaintance with that Mr.
And he knew also that Con Heffernan was a friend of Carroll's, or, as he believed, a distant cousin. And he knew also that Con was supposed to have been one of those who had assisted at the destruction of the sluice gates. "Well, Con; how are you?" he said. "Why thin, yer honour, I'm only puirly. It's bad times as is on us now, indeed and indeed." "Whose fault is that?" said the squire.
But in one corner, where the meadows ceased, and Pat Carroll's land began, he met an old man whom he had known well in former years, named Con Heffernan. It was absolutely the case that he, the landlord, did not at the present moment know who occupied Pat Carroll's land, though he did know that he had received no rent for the last three years.
It did not come quite to this, as the police were still combined, and their enemies were not so. But such men as Captain Clayton began to look as though they doubted what would become of it. "If he thinks he is big enough to catch a hold of Terry Lax and keep him, he'll precious soon find his mistake." This was said by Con Heffernan of Captain Clayton.
A moment more and Hoak turned, dropping his head in utter dejection and shambled aft toward the engine-room companionway. "Mr. Heffernan," came the captain's staccato orders, "instruct the ship's carpenter to scuttle all the boats, except the port and starboard ones on the bridge. If we are to have any little disagreements on board we will settle them among ourselves.
Our captain was a silent man, yet in his own fashion bitterly passionate. Heffernan, the first mate, was a tawdry courtier, who studiously considered his chief in every matter, and maintained his position of concord by ludicrous care to risk no disagreement. In the stuffy cabin where three times a day we sweltered over bad food Mansfield and I studied the attitudes of the officers.
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