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One might have thought that he had the sense of silly suspicion which comes to guilt. He resembled a badly frightened man. Later, at dinner, he spoke a little, addressing his conversation entirely to Scully. He volunteered that he had come from New York, where for ten years he had worked as a tailor.
He began to shuffle the cards, fluttering them together with an angry snap. "He says a good many men have been killed in this room, or something like that. And he says he's goin' to be killed here too. I don't know what ails him. He's crazy, I shouldn't wonder." Scully then looked for explanation to the cowboy, but the cowboy simply shrugged his shoulders.
"And how about the first, Kerrigan?" inquired Ungerich, a thin, reflective German-American of shrewd presence. Ungerich was one who had hitherto wormed himself higher in McKenty's favor than either Kerrigan or Tiernan. "Oh, the first's all right," replied Kerrigan, archly. "Of course you never can tell. This fellow Scully may do something, but I don't think it will be much.
Onforchinitely th' proprietor iv th' place, a man be th' name iv Scully, got hold iv a copy iv th' threaty with Sweden with th' sad result that he give th' subjick iv th' Mickydoo th' wrong threaty rights. He hit him over th' head with a bung starter.
It was Mike Scully who went to the door and let the priest in, and he came in saying they were dancing their souls into hell. "I've heard of your goings on," he said "of your beer-drinking and dancing. I will not have it in my parish. If you want that sort of thing you had better go to America." "If that is intended for me, sir, I will go back to-morrow. Margaret can follow."
Jurgis sat dumb with dismay. "Why, he can send you to Joliet, if he wants to!" declared the other. "Can't I have Scully get me off before he finds out about it?" asked Jurgis, at length. "But Scully's out of town," the other answered. "I don't even know where he is he's run away to dodge the strike." That was a pretty mess, indeed. Poor Jurgis sat half-dazed.
"She's a fine woman," said Scully, thoughtfully; he was still holding the hand of Perkins. And then, after a pause, "Gad! I think I'll try." "Try what, sir?" "She's a DEUCED fine woman!" burst out again the tender solicitor. "I WILL go. Springer, tell the fiddlers to strike up." Springer scuttled across the room, and gave the leader of the band a knowing nod.
The Swede said, "I saw you! I saw you!" "Well," cried Johnnie, "I'll fight any man what says I cheat!" "No, you won't," said the cowboy. "Not here." "Ah, be still, can't you?" said Scully, coming between them. The quiet was sufficient to allow the Easterner's voice to be heard. He was repealing, "Oh, wait a moment, can't you? What's the good of a fight over a game of cards? Wait a moment!"
Scully that great, fat, common creature, who sold bacon in a shop in Galway is thinking of him for her daughter. Of course, if you like to see Violet become a marchioness, right under your nose, you can do so. 'But what do you want me to do? exclaimed the coronet-dazzled girl. 'Merely to think no more of Captain Hibbert. But I didn't tell you; he was very impertinent to me when I last saw him.
I don't say anything against Mr. Scully, but I think it right to tell you that he is considered a very dangerous young man; and I am sure it does a girl no good to be seen with him. It was he who . . . 'Now I'll not hear you abuse Fred, cried May. 'We are great friends; I like you better than any other girl, and if you value our friendship, you'll not speak to me again like this.
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