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But it is strange," and he laughed a little to himself and looked about the room, assuring himself that this indeed was Gaydon's lodging. "You received a slip of paper?" said he. "Four days back," said Gaydon. "And understood?" "That we were to be ready." "Good." "Then it's not a lottery," murmured O'Toole, "and we've drawn no prizes." "Ah, but we are going to," cried Wogan. "We are safe here.
He guided his car, purposely, into the mass of rocks at the roadside. I found him there. Patrick O'Toole, who is devoted to me, was with me, you know. We saw the wreck, and stopped. Then, we found Richard. Oh, it was awful. I thought he was dead, and I believed that I was his murderer. I still think that I was the unconscious cause of it all, although he will not have it so.
O'Toole passed through a door at the bottom of the staircase into the common-room of the inn. Wogan gently opened the big doors and dragged the carriage out into the road. Gaydon with the horses galloped silently up through the snow, and together the two men feverishly harnessed them to the carriage. There were six for the carriage, and a seventh for O'Toole to ride.
After examining every nook and cranny they could think of, they came to Mrs M'Shane's room, "O! go in go in and look, Mr O'Toole; it's a very likely thing to insinuate that I should have a tithe proctor in my bed. Search, pray," and Mrs M'Shane led the way into her own room. Every part had been examined, except the small sleeping-room of Kathleen; and the party paused before the door.
"I know no woman with the fortitude." "But you do," interrupted O'Toole. "So do I. There's no difficulty whatever in the matter. Mrs. Misset has a maid." "Oho!" said Gaydon. "The maid's name is Jenny." "Aha!" said Wogan. "She's a very good friend of mine." "O'Toole!" cried Misset, indignantly. "My wife's maid a very good friend of yours?"
Boone was a mighty "slogger," and Wally had a neat and graceful style that sent the Cunjee supporters into the seventh heaven. Between them the score mounted rapidly, and the men of Mulgoa breathed a sigh of relief when at length Dave skied a ball from Billings, which descended into the ample hands of Murty O'Toole, who was quite undecided whether to treat his catch as a triumph or a calamity.
The fact of his being in the house was kept a profound secret from all the outdoor servants, and my father knew that he could trust Peter and Black Rose, who were the only persons in the family, besides ourselves, including Mr Tidey and our Irish servant Biddy O'Toole. The latter was cautioned not to speak about a negro being in the house, should any strangers come to look for him.
On reaching once more his native village of Teernarogarah, he immediately took half an acre, for which he paid a moderate rent in the shape of daily labor as a cotter. On this he resided until death, after which event he was succeeded by his son, Larry O'Toole, the father of the "purty boy" who is about to shine in the following pages.
I was determined not to trust our boat within a hundred yards of the shore. Finally a canoe paddled by two negroes came off, and said no one but the captain would be permitted to land. O'Toole volunteered to go, but the boatmen would not take him, evidently having had their orders.
"It's very little or nothing at all that Father McGrath did before I came back, seeing as how Father O'Toole had a new cassock, and Father McGrath's was so shabby that he couldn't face him under such a disadvantage: but still Father McGrath spied about him, and had several hints from here and from there, all of which, when I came to add them up, amounted to nothing at all.
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