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Updated: May 19, 2025
"What was the trouble?" asked the passenger. "That bunch of bone-heads," Kieran was talking. He was also pinching the crust from the wick of a candle he held "they sneaked down there to have a little game. And brought this candle with them for light.
Columbkill and St. Kieran were, most commonly, the heroes of those tales, which, perhaps, were never intended by their authors to be seriously believed.
"But what game does he want you to play?" "Well, I'm the pump-man. The ship has big bills for valving and piping and repairing. If ever the office got suspicious and called me in on it, why " he shrugged his shoulders. Noyes studied the sea for a while. By and by he faced inboard. "Kieran, I've seen ships before, even if I do get sea-sick sometimes.
"You'd better come down, Kieran. It will be the safest way in the end." "Mr. Brown, you're a good officer, and I don't want to cross you, but you're not going to put me in irons." The ship was rolling gently. Kieran rested one hand lightly, by way of balance, on a stay, and kicked his shoes overboard. "A step nearer, Mr. Brown, and I go after the shoes."
Behind him the hatch closed and the flitter stirred and then took off all by itself, humming. "They'll follow it for a while," Webber panted. "It may give us a chance to get away." He and Paula started after the running people. Kieran balked. "I don't know why I'm running away from anybody." Webber pulled out a snub-nosed instrument that looked enough like a gun to be very convincing.
Kieran, strolling to the taffrail, resumed his study of the tossing ship's wake and the cavorting barge in tow. When he seemed to have settled the matter to his satisfaction, he seated himself on the other towing bitt. "You can get an idea into your head and sometimes it'll swing you around like that barge on the end of that hawser, won't it? Or perhaps your mind don't run that way?"
Kieran happened to be there standing at the door. 'What! exclaimed the saint; 'is that the Chief Bard of Erin on the back of a cat? Has Guaire's hospitality ended in this? And he ran for a red-hot bar of iron that was in the furnace, and struck the cat on the side with it, so that the iron passed through him, and he fell down lifeless.
Vaillant, looking searchingly down at his face, showed a trace of relief. "You do know, don't you? For a moment I was afraid it hadn't worked." He sat down on the edge of the bunk. "How long?" asked Kieran. Vaillant answered as casually as though it was the most ordinary question in the world. "A bit over a century."
Only a hand-lamp dispelled the gloom, and the wind whispered coldly, and Bregg walked to and fro in his curious prance as he talked. "It will be a little while before the necessary medical team can be picked up and brought here," he said. "We shall have to wait." "And then?" asked Kieran.
I have no wife" he laughed softly "and I want to keep my friends. So I run my heart out in races and beat up bully bosons, and fight bulls when I can." "But when you can't?" "When I can't? Why, when I can't, I lay out on the fo'c's'le head and bay up at a two-horned moon." The passenger turned and looked down. "Thank your God, Kieran," he said, "you can laugh when you say that."
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