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"Ze r-rock pierre or! Eet eez to you et le bébé one half. Ze res' you send you send heem France pour ma femme mi esposa an' ze leet-leetla one? Mi padron you do heem?" "What's he drivin' at?" muttered one of the cowboys. But Ike motioned them to proceed and drive as fast as possible toward Willow Spring. He bent toward the agitated herder again. "I'll take care of it, Pete," he assured him.
"Thank you. No, it was not of that I was going to speak. I want to tell you that about six weeks ago it was in August I was up on Buzzard Mountain one night, and I fell asleep there." Pink looked at him suspiciously in the darkness, and put a piece of the road between them. "I fell asleep on a ledge of r-rock, and when I woke up I heard voices just under me." "The hell ye did!"
Ar-rah rock-a-bye, babby, on th' three top: Whin th' wind blo-ows, th' cradle ull r-rock; An', a-whin th' bough breaks, th' cradle ull fa-a-a-ll, An' a-down ull come babby, cradle, an' all. Then he sang: In th' town iv Kilkinny there du-wilt a fair ma-aid, In th' town iv Kilkinny there du-wilt a fair ma-aid.
"I find heem on ze Lunch R-rock, where I step. Eet ees half to you an' lettl' Marian half to ma femme an' ze bébé. You weel find heem?" "Ore?" repeated Ike, doubtingly. "You talking French or English?" "Or! Oui! Een Englees eet ees gol', you say! I find heem back zere by ze Lunch R-rock. Zen some one shoot I no see heem! I not know w'y. One 'bang! I hear an' zat ees all.
His black eyes snapped and his right hand made feeble motions toward the floor of the wagon where, on a pile of supplies and camp equipment, lay a burlap sack containing something lumpy and rough. "Zose sheep and zose r-rock!" he whispered, shifting to English mixed with accented French. "Pour vous et le bébé! Le p'tit bébé an' she's mère France or " "Never mind the sheep," said Ike.
This night he rode alongside th' carredge iv some iv his frinds goin' to th' other side iv town, an' come back alone in th' moonlight. Th' Irish ar-re poor marksmen, Hinnissy, except whin they fire in platoons; but that big man loomin' up in th' moonlight on a black horse cud no more be missed thin th' r-rock iv Cashel.
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