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Sister Maria Joseph turned her amiable, unruffled face, with that pure complexion that would seem to be one of the compensations for the renunciation of the world, towards her patient, and said, obsequiously: "I beg your pordon, Fawther?" The little eyes had a hotter sparkle as Father Sweeny repeated his request. "It's a wonder to me," he growled to Dr.
You needn't be looking at me like that, Peter Walsh. He's sober enough. Hard for him to be anything else for he's been in his bed the whole of the night." "Will you tell him, ma'am," said Peter Walsh, "that there's no boats in it only the Tortoise, and that one itself won't be there for long for the wind's easterly and it's a fair run out to Inishbawn." Mrs. Sweeny repeated this message.
"The master was saying today," said Peter Walsh, "that he'd take the Tortoise out tomorrow, and the gentleman that's up at the house along with him. I'd be glad now, Miss, if you'd tell him it'll be no use him wasting his time coming down to the quay on account of the weather being broke and the wind going round to the southeast." "And the glass going down," said Sweeny.
Carefully the guns, paddles, and stores were landed on the marvellous causeway; and then, with still greater caution, the boat was lifted to the same support and taken to pieces. The whole mass of material, some two hundred pounds in weight, was divided into three portions. Each shouldered his pack, and the strange journey commenced. "Sweeny, don't you fall off," said Glover.
Cut the lariat close up to the Buchanan, and then hold on to the Grizzly." Restored to his self-possession, Sweeny laboriously wound the straining lariat around his left arm and sawed it in two with his jagged pocket-knife. Then came a doubtful fight between him and the Colorado for the possession of the heavy and clumsy tub.
Thurstane meant by talking about a stair carpet! It was just like him to joke on such a matter. I tell you I never can go up." "Av coorse ye can get up," broke in little Sweeny impatiently. "All ye've got to do is to put wan fut above another an' howld on wid yer ten fingers." "I should like to see you do it," returned Aunt Maria, looking indignantly at the interfering Paddy.
Thus it was that Glover reached California, and Thurstane and Sweeny Fort Yuma. Once in quiet, the young fellow broke down, and for weeks was too sick to write to Clara, or to any one. As soon as he could sit up he sent off letter after letter, but after two months of anxious suspense no answer had come, and he began to fear that she had never reached San Francisco.
"No, but an ointment," said Sweeny stubbornly. "I seen her rubbing it to the eyes, an' she no more than thirty yards from me." "Will ye swear that?" thundered Mr. Heraty; "will you swear that at a distance of thirty yards you could tell what was between Darcy's mother's fingers and the sheep's eyes? No you will not! Nor no man could! William, is Darcy's mother in the coort?
"The likes of them ones," said Peter Walsh, "wouldn't think about how they'd get back till the time came. I'm uneasy about that boat, so I am." "Tell me this now," said Sweeny, after a moment's consideration. "Did the young lady say e'er a word to you about giving the boat a fresh lick of paint?" "She did not. Why would she? Amn't I just after painting the boat?"
He sucked at his pipe, found that it had gone out, and slipped it into his waistcoat pocket. "If neither Sweeny nor the gentleman is making any complaint," he said, "it would suit you to keep your mouth shut." "I'm not blaming you," said the sergeant "Sure, anybody'd do the same if they got the chance."
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