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Updated: June 12, 2025
"I don't believe it's going to rain any more. Will you have them bring up my trap, please?" McNALLY's EXPEDIENT Katherine's casual acquaintances thought of her as a cool, unemotional young woman, and when asked for their estimate of her would give it with confidence that it was accurate.
By an odd freak of fate, however, it was Elleney who first had speech with Brian Brennan when he came to seek a wife in Mrs. McNally's house. Elleney, indeed, was not in the house when his eyes first fell upon her; she was kneeling on the doorstep, scrubbing it with might and main. He had driven out from Dublin instead of coming by train, and arrived in consequence earlier than was expected.
For a moment Harvey looked doubtful, then he smiled slightly, and nodded at the deputy, saying, "Very well." "Will you tell me what this means?" asked McNally, when the door had closed. Harvey looked gravely at him and said nothing. "Well?" McNally's coolness was leaving him. "Are you in control of this road, or aren't you?" "I am."
The plump, dirty hand drew a blue envelope from McNally's coat pocket. "It has seemed to me that where your father's honor was as seriously involved as in this matter, you should have followed some other course than that of traitor." In his excitement, McNally misunderstood Katherine's silence. "You have deliberately drawn out your father and me that you might aid our opponents.
When in repose McNally's face was clouded, and the occasional spells of interest into which he somewhat studiously aroused himself could not conceal his general inattention. Her father, too, was preoccupied, and was so abrupt in his conversation as to leave small trace of the easy lightness of manner that Katherine had always known.
At three-thirty a train came in from the southern counties bringing the second battalion, three hundred husky farm lads who glowed with responsibility as they stacked arms and awaited orders. Then came a telephone message that McNally's relief train had left for the North.
Just outside of the library window she sat down on a steamer chair and gazed up at the dark masses of the trees, the thinning tops of which were at once darkened and relieved by the last red of the western sky. "Yes, Porter, they kicked me out. My men and I made a stiff fight for it, but they outnumbered us." At the sound of McNally's voice Katherine started guiltily.
And where where are the others?" questioned Brother Bart, anxiously. "I don't know," answered Dan, after he had reciprocated Mr. McNally's hearty hand-shake. "Dud said something about going to the Fosters." "Sure and that isn't hard to find," said Mr. McNally. "It's one of the biggest places on Main Street, with hydrangeas growing like posies all around the door. Any one will show ye."
McNally's plump hand came down softly on the table. "Good!" he said under his breath. But Mr. Thompson failed to understand. "But the contract?" he said. "Such a contract would be a little less valuable than that waste paper," Porter replied politely, indicating the crumpled sheets on the table. Then he turned to McNally and asked, "How many men will it take to swing it?"
That was why, after an hour or so of thought, he straightened up in his seat, bought a paper, and read it with interest, from the foreign news to the foot-ball prospects. Mr. McNally's tastes were cosmopolitan, and now that his method was determined he dismissed M. & T. stock from his mind.
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