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The sentinel on the roof fired down without seeing any one, and had arrows sent back at him by men who were as blinded as himself. The darkness and mystery crippled the attack almost as completely as the defence. Sweeny was the first to break the charm. A warrior who attempted to enter the doorway struck his boot against a pair of legs, and stooped down to feel if they were alive.
"Maybe you didn't hear he's got the Coppinger's Court Agency? Young Coppinger offered it to him yesterday." "It's a good thing it's out of Talbot-Lowry's hands anyhow," growled Father Sweeny. "Larry's up at my house every day now, about a concert they're to have," went on the Doctor, tranquilly. "Tishy's helping him. He's very fond of music.
This, though a spacious, was a thin compliment. There are never, even at the height of the transatlantic tourist season, very many girls between Rosnacree and America. "Anyway," said Sweeny hopefully, "it could be that the wind will go round to the southeast before morning. The glass didn't rise any since the thunder." "It might," said Peter Walsh.
Sweeny is with me." "'Yis I be," interjected Sweeny. Thurstane, feeling his way cautiously, advanced to the entrance and found the two men standing on one side of it. "Where are the Indians?" he whispered. "I think they are all out, except the tead ones, Leftenant." Thurstane gave an order: "All forward to the door." Steps of men stealing from the inner room responded to this command.
It had been very trying for him to watch Sweeny drinking whisky while he remained dry-lipped. "Let you go down to the kitchen," said Sweeny, "and borrow the loan of my shot gun. There's cartridges in the drawer of the table beyond in the room. You can take two of them." "If it's to shoot the master," said Peter Walsh, "I'll not do it. I've a respect for him ever since " "Talk sense.
And I wouldn't wonder but there'll be questions asked about it in Parliament after." "You'll be wanting the doctor," said Peter Walsh, "to be picking the shot out of you." "As soon as ever you've got the sergeant," said Sweeny, "you'll go round for the doctor." "And what'll he say when there's no shot in you?" "Say! He'll say what I bid him?
When you can't take another step without it, you must go at it." "Bedad, if ye don't, we'll lave yees," added Sweeny, digging his fists into his empty stomach to relieve its gnawing. Very slowly, the well men sustaining the sick one, they marched over rolling hills until about noon, accomplishing perhaps ten miles.
Thurstane and Sweeny took turns in watching, for smoke of fires had been seen on the mountains, and, poor as they were, they could not afford to be robbed. In the morning Glover seemed refreshed, and started out with some vigor. "Och! ye'll go round the worrld," said Sweeny, encouragingly. "Bones can march furder than fat anny day. Yer as tough as me rations. Dried grizzly is nothin' to ye."
"Blazes! ye're lousy wid money," commented Sweeny. "Ye want somebody to scratch yees." "Twenty thousan' dollars in bank," added Glover. "All by blowin' 'n' tradin'. Goin' hum in the next steamer. Anythin' I can do for ye, old messmate? Say how much." "It's the liftinant is takin' care av me. He's made a betther livin' nor yees, a thousand times over, by jist marryin' the right leddy.
"Well, I say now, an' I swear it," said Sweeny, his eye kindling like a coal, and his voice rising as the core of what was probably an old neighbourly grudge was neared, "my land is bare from his bastes threspassing on it, and my childhren are in dread to pass his house itself with the kicks an' the sthrokes himself an' his mother dhraws on them! The Lord Almighty knows " "Stop now!" said Mr.
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