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"Here we are, all ready," said Malowney, springing over a small fence into the adjoining field. "Take your ground, gentlemen." Considine took my arm and walked forward. "Charley," said he, "I am to give the signal; I'll drop my glove when you are to fire, but don't look at me at all. I'll manage to catch Bodkin's eye; and do you watch him steadily, and fire when he does."
He went on picking cowslips till the light faded from the fields. Next morning he packed them carefully, and posted them, with a letter, to Lapton. She thought it very charming and thoughtful of him to send Mrs. Considine the flowers.
The buffalo shooters made him welcome after the fashion of their kind; but Considine was obviously uneasy, and avoided him, riding with Tommy Prince for a while, and evidently trying to find out what Hugh had come for. That night, when they got to the buffalo shooters' camp, Hugh opened fire on Considine.
"Because," replied the other, with an expression unusually serious on his countenance, "I do not see that you make any effort beyond being good-natured and amiable, which you cannot help to make the world better." Considine looked at his friend with surprise, and replied, with a laugh "Why, Hans, you are displaying a new phase of character.
The blacks and the Chinaman were away behind, gathered in a cluster, skinning the first beast killed, while the pack-horses cropped the grass and bit at the flies. Considine was nowhere to be seen. "Let's go back and see what Tommy is up to," said the shooter. "He's a hard case, is Tommy. If there's any trouble about he'll get into it, or get somebody else into it.
"Safe, my boy," said Considine, clapping me on the shoulder, as he steered the boat forth from its narrow path of danger, and once more reached the broad Shannon, "safe, Charley; though we've had a brush for it." In a minute more we reached the land, and drawing our gallant little craft on shore, set out for O'Malley Castle.
With the exception of the host and hostess, none of the household spoke during the meal, all being fully occupied in listening eagerly and eating heartily. When the Dutch fire began to slacken for want of ammunition, Considine retaliated by opening a British battery, and soon learned that Marais and his wife both claimed, and were not a little proud of, a few drops of French blood.
"My dear fellow," said Considine, with a sudden burst of candour, "I believe you are right, and I plead guilty; but then what can we do? We are not clergymen." "Stephen Orpin is not a clergyman, yet see what he does. It was seeing what that man does, and how he lives, that first set me a-thinking on this subject.
But Considine little heeded the direction, steering straight for the narrow channel the man alluded to. "Tear and ages, but you're going right for the cloch na quirka!" "Arrah, an' the devil a taste I'll be drowned for your devarsion!" said the other, springing up.
"I hope the camping-place is not far off, for I'm parched with thirst," said Considine, mounting and following at a smart gallop. "I'm sorry for you," returned Hans, "for you'll see no water this night. To-morrow we'll start early and get to the waggons by breakfast-time."
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