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Updated: May 14, 2025
Undoubtedly McConkey and Crossan are close relations, brothers-in-law perhaps. We reached the Green Loaney Scutching Mill at about half-past five o'clock. Cahoon, who seemed to know all about the establishment, led me through some very dusty purlieus. McConkey, when we came upon him, did not seem particularly pleased to see Cahoon. He looked at me with suspicious malignity.
He got his weapon into position and adjusted a belt of cartridges, working as coolly as if he were arranging the machinery of the Green Loaney Scutching Mill. He seemed to find a horrible satisfaction in what he was doing. Twice I saw him pat the muzzle of the thing as if to give it encouragement. I dare say he talked to it. "He's damned cool," said Bland.
I thought I might encourage him by telling him something he would be pleased to hear. "McConkey," I said, "who is foreman in the Green Loaney Scutching Mill, is buying a splendid quick-firing gun." The remark did not have the effect I hoped for. It had an exactly opposite effect. Crossan shut up like a sea anemone suddenly touched. "Your lordship's affairs won't be neglected," he said stiffly.
Cahoon looked me full in the face for nearly half a minute without replying. Then he took out his watch and looked at it. Then he took me by the arm and led me towards the yard. "Did you ever see the Green Loaney Scutching Mill?" he said. I had never seen any scutching mill. I have only a vague idea of what a scutching mill is. "It'll not be more than twenty miles from this," said Cahoon.
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