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Betty watched him, her hands clasped over her breast, her body rigid and tense, her eyes straining, until she saw him vanish around the bend in the trail; and then for a long time she stood on the porch, scanning the distant horizon, in the hope that she might again see Toban and be assured that nothing had happened to him.
Then walking away to his companions he cried, "Get up, boys, and plase to know that his reverence Toban is not to be farther troubled by being looked at or spoken to by any one of us as long as he remains upon this dirty pier." "Divil a bit farther trouble shall he have from us!" exclaimed many a voice, as the rest of the party arose from their knees.
"'Why then Divil in my patten if I would not go back to Donnybrook and Dublin, hoist the Orange cockade, and become as good an Orange boy as ever. "'What, said I, 'and give up Popery for the second time? "'I would, your hanner; and why not? for in spite of what I have heard Father Toban say, I am by no means certain that all Protestants will be damned. "'Farewell, said I.
"Sure, I'm just come on the part of the boys and myself to beg a bit of a favour of your reverence." "Reverence," said I, "what do you mean by styling me reverence?" "Och sure, because to be styled your reverence is the right of your reverence." "Pray what do you take me for?" "Och sure, we knows your reverence very well." "Well, who am I?" "Och, why Father Toban to be sure."
Both kneeled over the prone figure and Calumet pointed to the haft of a knife that was buried deep in the body near the heart. "Telza's," said Calumet, as he examined the handle. "I dropped it here the other night; the night Sharp was killed." "Correct," said Toban; "I saw you drop it." He smiled at the quick, inquiring glance Calumet gave him.
It was someone who knew where the idol was, too he'd been diggin' for it." "I reckon you've got me," said Toban. "Sharp an' Telza an' you an' Betty is the only one's that ever saw the diagram. I saw you pick it up from where Telza dropped it when I was maulin' him. I know you didn't do any diggin' for the idol; I know Betty wouldn't; an' Sharp's dead, an' Telza's in jail "
He had scarcely gone before there was a clatter of hoofs in the ranchhouse yard, a horse dashed up to the edge of the porch, came to a sliding halt and the lank figure of Toban appeared before the door in which Betty was standing. He looked at her, noted her white face, and peered over her shoulder at Bob, with the rifle, at Taggart on the floor. "Holy smoke!" he said; "what's happened?"
Taggart was nowhere to be seen. "Sloped," added Calumet, with a laugh. "I don't reckon I'll want you," said Toban. "Clear case of self-defense. I reckon most everybody saw the play. Some raw." Several men had moved; one of them was peering at the faces of Denver and Garvey. He now looked up at the sheriff. "Nothing botherin' them any more," he said.
"Why then divil be in my patten if I would not go back to Donnybrook and Dublin, hoist the Orange cockade, and become as good an Orange boy as ever." "What," said I, "and give up Popery for the second time?" "I would, your hanner; and why not? for in spite of what I have heard Father Toban say, I am by no means certain that all Protestants will be damned." "Farewell," said I.
Private Toban, contrary to army orders, owned a dog. It was a nondescript pup, with a cross eye, and also a kink in his tail. It was coloured a sort of battleship grey with two or three splashes of brown on the flanks, and his nearest blood relative was probably a French poodle though his ancestry was a subject of prolonged and sometimes heated debate between Toban and his mates.
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