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Updated: May 4, 2025
The man wore the white sweater which had attracted her attention when she first saw him, a garment most unusual among boatmen in Rosnacree Bay. The woman was the same who had mopped her dripping companion with a pocket handkerchief on Inishark. They talked eagerly together. Now and then the man turned and looked back at Craggeen. The woman pointed something out to him. Priscilla understood.
Her optimism was well founded. By shoving hard the spies ran their boat into the water. The lady spy stopped at the brink. The man, with reckless indifference to wet feet, followed the boat, still shoving. It happens that the shore of the north side of Inishark shelves very rapidly into the deep channel.
Are you all right, Miss Rutherford?" "Splendid. Couldn't be better. I'm soaked to the skin. Can't possibly be any wetter even if we swim for it." Inishark loomed, a low dark mass under their bow, dimly seen through a veil of blinding rain which fell so heavily that the floor boards under their feet were already awash. "We'll have to bail in a minute or two if this goes on," said Priscilla.
Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Boys are they? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At their joggerfry. Mine. Slieve Bloom. He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade.
Frank twisted himself again into the bottom of the boat, and peeped under the sail. The north shore of Illaunglos held no tent. "Good," said Priscilla. "Well stand on The next island is Inishark. He may be there. There's a well on it, and he'd naturally want to camp somewhere within reach of water." Frank, still curled up beside the centreboard case, gazed under the sail at Inishark.
I wonder now who it is he has got with him?" Jimmy Kinsella overtook the drifting boat, took her painter, and began to tow her towards Inishark. "That lady," said Priscilla, "is a black stranger to me. Who can she possibly be?" Jimmy Kinsella rowed hard, and in about ten minutes ran his own boat aground on Inishark.
I've just recollected King John." "What about him?" "It was peaches and beer that finished him off, after he'd got stuck in crossing the Wash. That's rather the sort of position we're in now, and I shouldn't like anything to happen to you." Frank, by way of demonstrating his courage, took a long draught of lager beer, then he looked across at Inishark. Priscilla's eyes followed his.
A bright zig-zag of light flashed down, the thunder crashed over head. The rain came down like a solid sheet of water. "Let her away again now," said Priscilla. "We can run right down on Inishark. Be ready to round her up into the wind when I tell you. I daren't jibe her." "Don't," said Frank. "I say, you'd better steer." "Can't now. We couldn't possibly change places.
Do you think she could be a female spy? There are such things. They carry secret ciphers sewn into their stays and other things of that kind." "I don't believe they're spies at all," said Frank, who was feeling dishevelled and uncomfortable after his struggle with the sail. "Anyhow they seem pretty keen on getting away from Inishark. Just look at them."
Priscilla and Frank turned and saw that another boat, a small black boat, with a very dilapidated lug sail, had appeared round the corner of the next island, and was making towards Inishark. "Bother," said Priscilla, "that man, whoever he is, will bring them back their boat."
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