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Updated: June 28, 2025
"I'm not going to spend the night with with what's there," said Felix Matier. "I'm not a coward, but I won't sit in the dark all night with my knees up against ugh!" "James Finlay?" said Bigger. "He won't hurt you now." "I'm for getting away if possible," said Donald. "I'm not frightened of dead men, but I want to be at the fight tomorrow. If we stay here all night we'll miss it."
"When I come back, I shall bring my wife with me!" "God bless us and save us," she exclaimed, "it'll be quare to think of you with a wife, an' it on'y the other day since you were a child, an' me skelpin' you for provokin' me. Well, I'll have the house ready for yous both when you come!" "Will you tell Matier to harness the horse...." "I'll tell him this minute.
They were seen looking at them in the streets." "I'd like to put my hand on one of those papers," said Donald. "Zipperty, zipperty, zand," quoted Matier, "I wish I'd a bit of that in my hand." "You know the old rhyme." Neal lay quiet, but wide awake. The conversation interested him too much to allow him to sleep.
"I'll stop it," he said to himself, and half-consciously he buttoned his coat. He tried to remember just what he ought to do. William Henry Matier had told, him not to stand right in front of a runaway horse, but to move to the side so that he could run with it.
Felix Matier and James Bigger will do likewise. Moylin, you and your two friends will march with the pikemen, whom I lead myself. Some of the men have arms for you." The party had fallen somewhat to the rear of the column during this conversation with M'Cracken. Neal and his two companions hurried forward at once in order to reach the division of musketeers which was in the van.
No one else spoke. Several of the men passed their tongues over their dry lips. They would have liked to drink. Their mouths craved for moisture, their nerves for stimulant, but they did not dispute Donald Ward's emphatic refusal of the offer. Felix Matier rose again. Again he peered at the clock, again he opened the door and looked down the lane.
"Neal Ward," said Felix Matier, "next time you get yourself into a scrape I'll leave you there. I haven't been as nervous since I played 'I spy' twenty years ago among the whins round the Giant's Ring. Fighting's no test of courage. It's running away that tries a man." "Phew!" said Donald, wiping his brow. Even he seemed to have felt the strain of the last half-hour.
'What put that notion in your head? 'Isn't he a Catholic an' a Home Ruler? says I. I had him properly when I said that, for him an' Hugh Kearney is like brothers to one another. 'Would you kill him? I says to Matier. 'No, sir, I wouldn't, he answers me back.
"There's not a room in the house with a whole pane of glass in the window," said Felix Matier, "except my own. It looks out on the back, and the villains never came at it. We'll take him there. I'll lift his shoulders, and go first." He approached Neal and was about to lift him when the girl pushed him aside and stooped over Neal herself. "Come now, what's the meaning of this, Peg Macllrea?
Donald Ward took the light and bent over Neal. "By God," he said, "it's Neal, and he's hurt or killed." "It's all right," said Neal, feebly, "I'm only dizzy. I got a bang on the head. I'll be all right in a minute." "Matier," said Donald, "come and help me with the boy. I must get him to bed. Where can I put him?"
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