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Updated: May 16, 2025
"'Why then, plase your Riverence, by the hem I say Father Corrigan, it wasn't my fault, but that villain Flanagan's, for he knows I fairly won the bottle and would have distanced him, only that when I was far before him, the vagabone, he galloped across me on the way, thinking to thrip up the horse.
"You couldn't go far wrong with him. I've got no one of that sort. I really wish my father would put me to farming. A fellow couldn't go to the dogs, you know, all among the cows, and pigs, and horses that is," added he, laughing, "not the sort of dogs I mean." There was a great deal in Flanagan's troubles with which I could sympathise.
"Shove her bow round, Peter; and keep that rat story of yours for the young man in Flanagan's boat. Hell believe it if he's as innocent as you say." Peter shoved out the Tortoise. The wind caught the sail. Priscilla paid out the main sheet and let the boom swing forward. Peter shouted a last warning from the slip.
Lovaway, hatless and wearing a pair of slippers on his feet, was running up the street towards the barrack. His first case, a serious one, calling for instant attention, had come to him unexpectedly. Opposite Flanagan's shop he was stopped by Mrs. Doolan. She laid a skinny, wrinkled, and very dirty hand on his arm. Her shawl fell back from her head, showing a few thin wisps of grey hair.
"There's a feel in the air," said Peter Walsh hopefully, "like as if there might be thunder." A small boat, rowed by a boy, stole past them up the harbour. Neither of the two men spoke until she reached the slip at the end of the quay. "I'd be sorry," said Kinsella, "if anything would happen to them two that does be going about in Flanagan's old boat.
Could the man be asleep on a morn so vital as this? No, there he was, on the very bowsprit itself. The crew was busy about him, some getting the motor-boat in trim, others yanking away at pulleys, all the preparations of landing. A sharp order rose now and then; a servant passed, carrying Captain Flanagan's breakfast to the pilot-house.
There's a terrible lot of fellows going round the country these times, sent out by the government that would be glad enough to be interfering with the people and maybe taking the land away from them. You'd never know who might be at such work and who mightn't, but Joseph Antony did say that the fellow in Flanagan's old boat hadn't the look of it. He's too innocent like."
I saw them yesterday from Craggeen. Perhaps they've moved round to the other side of the island." "There's a boat coming out from behind the point now," said Frank. "Perhaps they're moving again." Priscilla leaned over the gunwale and stared long at the boat which Frank pointed out. "There's a man and a woman in her," he said. "It's not Flanagan's old boat though," said Priscilla.
A small boat, under a patched lug sail, was crossing the mouth of the bay at the moment. Priscilla sprang to her feet excitedly. "That's Flanagan's old boat," she said. "I'd know it a mile off. Jimmy! Jimmy Kinsella!" Jimmy was securing the anchor of the Tortoise. He looked round. "Isn't that Flanagan's old boat?" said Priscilla. "It is, Miss, surely.
He walked straight up the slope of the island and disappeared over the crest of the hill. "Gone to change his clothes," said Priscilla. The two ladies repacked the hold-all. Jimmy Kinsella stowed it in the bow of Flanagan's boat. Then the lady of the island got it out again, unpacked it once more, and took something out of it. "Clean pocket-handkerchief, I expect," said Priscilla.
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