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Updated: June 13, 2025
Now there came a sudden sound of footsteps pelting along the road, and Shawn was taken with a tremor, though, mind you, he was a brave man, and it was horror of his sin was on him more than a fear of the rope. Murty Meehan made up his mind. 'Give me the gun, he said. 'I'm old and worn-out, and I might have had a son of your age. Shawn, hardly understanding, fled on the moment he was released.
He suddenly found himself gripping Norah's shoulder wildly, and would have apologized but that Norah herself was dancing with delight, and looking for his hand to grasp. And the crowd was shouting "Shannon! Shannon! Billabong!" since all of these Cunjee folk loved Billabong and were steadily jealous of Mulgoa. Jim and Wally were thumping Murty on the back. Bob and Mr. Linton stood beaming at him.
Paul could not but feel grateful for the kindness of his friend Murty; but he was too well practised in Christian perfection to indulge in any thing like excessive joy, and too well accustomed to refer every thing to God to claim any merit, or take any pleasure, in the flattering eulogies of all his acquaintances, as repeated by Murty.
"They're bringing the horses," Norah answered. "We'll be off in a minute see, dad has gone to meet Bob." Wally had turned to Murty. "Murty, do you mind if I ride Shannon and take him across country? I'm on Marshal to-day, you know, and he can't jump for nuts. But Shannon can take every fence between here and the Creek, and I can cut the distance in half if I go across.
"And if you had to catch the eight o'clock train to Melbourne I believe you'd rather get up at three in the morning and run up the horses to drive in, than leave here comfortably in the car at seven." "Is it me to dhrive in it?" demanded Murty, in horror. "Begob, I'd lose me life before I'd get into one of thim quare, sawed-off things. Give me something with shafts, Mr.
"Murty says he's 'takin' howld wid' both hands, an' 'tis the ould man over agin, though it's like Murty's cheek to call you that. You won't be able to let him go away, I believe, Dad." "I don't see myself sparing him to any other place now," said Mr. Linton. "Nor the head nurse either!" Norah slipped down beside him. "I've been thinking," she said, a little anxiously.
Murty, left helpless, said a few strong things as he looked after the retreating pair. "It's a guinea to a gooseberry he's taken Frinch lave wid him," he said, "bitther tongued little whipper-snapper that he is! Sure if Bobs gets rid av him it'll serve him sorry, so 'twill. But phwat'll I do about it, at all?" He scratched his head reflectively.
He was very eloquent in his charge over such a crime being committed by an old man, and expressed his abhorrence of poor Murty in a way that might have seared the face of a guilty man, though it didn't seem to come home very closely to the prisoner. A month later Murty was hanged in Ballinscreen jail.
"Is that the size they have them in England, now?" "No, it isn't, Murty not as a rule," Jim answered. "This was built specially for a man who was half an invalid; he used to go for long tours, and sleep in the car because he hated hotels. So it's a special size. It used to be jolly useful taking out wounded men in England." "Sure, it would be," Murty said.
"He can so," said Murty. "Wance he's gone round that thrack he can live on the fat of the land an' Billy, too. It's a dale aisier to get the condition off a horse than off Billy. No man on this earth 'ud make a black fellow see why he shouldn't have a good blow-out whenever it came his way. Only that Providence made him skinny by nature, he'd be fat as a porpoise this day.
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