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"The real difficulty," said Cahoon, "is that " "They'll no be wanting to stand up till us," said McConkey. The relations of Capital with Labour are, I understand, strained in other parts of the United Kingdom. Here, with Home Rule on the horizon, they seem to be actually cordial. There is certainly a good deal to be said for Lady Moyne's policy.
The record of her bag would, I should think, haunt Sir Samuel Clithering for the rest of his life. "I've a matter of five thousand cartridges," said McConkey in a hoarse whisper, "and there's another five thousand ordered." The committee met at three o'clock in the afternoon. Sir Samuel Clithering was not, of course, a member of it; but he lurked about outside and waylaid us as we went in.
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.
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.
As addressed by her to wives and sisters of the Belfast working-men, it had a further value. The plural possessive pronoun bracketed McConkey with Lord Moyne.
If I do I hope I shall be found fighting against some properly organized army, the men and officers of which have taken up the business of killing in a lofty professional spirit. I cannot imagine anything more likely to shatter my nerve than to be pitted against men like McConkey, who neither drink nor smoke, but save and spend their savings on machine guns.
"I suppose," I said, "that it's rather unusual in battles to do that sort of thing march off, I mean without giving some sort of notice to the other side. It strikes me as rather bad form. There ought to be a rule against it." Bob's men returned, sheepishly and dejectedly, to their original posts. Crossan was arguing with McConkey about the condition of the machine gun.
"Why doesn't he rattle them again with the gun?" McConkey had the best will in the world, but something had gone wrong with his gun; it was a complicated machine, and he had evidently jammed some part of it. I saw him working frenziedly with a large iron spanner in his hand; but nothing he could do produced the least effect. It would not go off.
"What, sir?" inquired Captain McConkey, "do you mean to say that you have rendered that vote in accordance with the facts elicited in evidence, as by your oath you were bound to do?" "Yes." "How, sir, do you mean to say that the prisoner did not sleep upon his post?"
"You may laugh if it pleases you," said McConkey, "but I'm thinking it's time for loyal men to be getting guns of their own when the Government is that thick with rebels and Papishes that they'd go shooting at the ould Queen who was always a decent woman, so she was, and too good for the like of them." McConkey's story was perfectly true.
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