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Updated: June 16, 2025
The partridges were run down by the greyhounds that had killed off the hares; the salmon were poached; worst of all, Derrylugga Gorse, the covert that Dick had planted twenty-five years ago, on Carmody's farm, in the middle of the best of the Broadwater Vale country, was burned down, and a vixen and her cubs had perished with it. Dick gave up the hounds at the end of the season.
They headed for "Carmody's bounds," and were over that solid barrier, and running hard across the succeeding field, before most of the riders had realised what had happened. The bounds fence was an honest jump big, but safe. Nancy, at the heels of the bay horse, came up on to it with a perfection that banished all other thoughts from Christian's mind.
Wide-eyed she stared at the newcomer. Her face went deathly white, and the heart within her breast turned to ice, for instinctively she knew, by the wild, intense beauty of the woman, that she stood face to face with the Indian girl the Jeanne of Bill Carmody's whispered words!
"Where's the meet, Miss?" he said, quickly, as she started, and as if he were struck by a sudden thought. "Nad Wood." "If they run the Valley, Miss, mind out for wire!" called Tommy after her, as she rode out of the yard. "Carmody's fences are strung with it!"
Stands well toward the head of his profession. We have no finer in the Northwest." Young Carmody's face clouded. "But how am I to pay for all this? It is all well enough for you to laugh, but to me it is a serious matter. "Young man, you are my guest. I don't know who you are, nor where you came from, but, by gad, I know a man when I see one!
Bill Carmody's recollection of the following days was confined to a hopeless confusion of distorted brain pictures in which the beautiful face of the girl, the repulsive features of the old crone, and the swart countenance of the half-breed were inextricably blended. For two weeks he lay, interspersing long periods of unconsciousness with hours of wild, delirious raving.
That fatal rapturous moment had been when he saw Christian setting forth, a lonely, piteous figure, to fetch Carmody's gun. He had followed her, and his entreaties to her to let him deal with the matter had prevailed. She had turned back, and kneeling down again, kissed the white star on Nancy's forehead, murmuring something to her that Larry could not hear.
"Wasn't there some talk about Mrs. Longworth and Cunningham last winter?" asked the other. "Yes. They were much together. Still, there may have been nothing wrong. She was old Judge Carmody's daughter, you know. Longworth got Carmody under his thumb in money matters and put the screws on. They say he made Carmody's daughter the price of the old man's redemption.
"Them's the Carmodys' bounds, sir," said Michael Donovan in a colourless voice, indicating the next fence. "Carmody's?" said Larry. "Then isn't the Derrylugga gorse somewhere hereabouts? I see he's casting them ahead." "It's burnt down," said Christian, hurriedly. Something in her face checked Larry's exclamation. In Ireland people learn to be silent on a very imperceptible hint.
And here we are with no fire-wood, and nothing to eat! The chances are mighty good that we'll never see camp again and you pipe up and hope your sister won't worry!" Charlie leaned over closer against Carmody's body. "Why, we've got to get back, Bill!" he said, and his voice was very earnest now. "We're all Eth's got you and me and she needs us."
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