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They must all congregate in the yard, and you shall look on. Oh, you'll enjoy it fine! But you ought to have tea for Miss O'Hara and Miss Katie O'Flynn; you really ought. Think, Aunt Church; it is quite worth while when you have an almshouse in view; and you know that for all the rest of your life you are to have a house rent-free, coal and light, and six shillings a week."

At last: "Well, you all know what my next move is; what's yours?" There was another silence, but not nearly so long. "What prospects, pardners?" he repeated. The Boy looked at Maudie. She made a little gesture of "I've done all the fightin' I'm good for." The Colonel's eyes, clear again and tranquil, travelled from face to face. O'Flynn cleared his throat, but it was Mac who spoke.

And when Mac said they must pool their stores, the Colonel and the Boy agreed as readily as O'Flynn, whose stores consisted of a little bacon, some navy beans, and a demijohn of whisky. O'Flynn, however, urged that probably every man had a little "mite o' somethin'" that he had brought specially for himself somethin' his friends had given him, for instance. There was Potts, now.

The problem was how to rouse the Lord without rousing O'Flynn a piece of negotiation so delicate, calling for a skill in pious invective so infinitely absorbing to Mac's particular cast of mind, that he was quickly stone-blind and deaf to all things else. "Not all the heathen are sunk in iniquity; but they are weak, tempted, and they weary, Lord!" "Amen," said the Boy, discreetly.

"Oh dear," said Susy, "doesn't it make your heart throb?" "And I want to add," continued Kathleen, "that I will frank you. I can't do it always, but I will on this occasion. Aunt Katie O'Flynn has given me some money for that purpose. So you will stick to me, won't you girls?" "That we will!" came from the mouths of all. "And I am your captain, am I not girls?" "Indeed you are.

"There's something more on foot than a rush to the ridge. It's Blake's scheming. See those little groups forming? They're going to bring battering-rams, and make a second rush from the ridge." He drew in a deep breath, and without a change in the even tone of his voice, went on: "Calkins, Harris and O'Flynn went down in a good fight. Tell you about that later.

"Furrst ye dig a pit," O'Flynn had said airily, stretched out before the fire after dinner. "Make it about four feet deep, and as long as ye'd like yer boards. When ye've done that I'll come and take a hand." The little job was not half finished when the light tailed. Two days more of soil-burning and shovelling saw it done. "Now ye sling a couple o' saplings acrost the durrt ye've chucked out.

He went from group to group, as if he were the son of the house, cheering the forlorn, lightening the heavy, smoothing down the prickly, a medical Father O'Flynn. But it was the elderly and the middle-aged that he sought out; the matrons whose children he had tended, the spinsters whose neuralgia he had relieved.

Potts and O'Flynn waited anxiously to sample the punch before giving way to complete satisfaction, and Kaviak was impervious to considerations either of punch or conviviality, being wrapped in slumber on a corner of the buffalo-skin, between Mac's stool and the natives, who also occupied places on the floor.

While O'Flynn howled with delight, the priest wound up: "Gentlemen, if we find monotony up here, it's not the country's fault, but a defect in our own civilisation." Wherewith he sat down amid cheers. "Now, Colonel, is Mac goin' to recite some Border ballads?" inquired the Boy, "or will he make a speech, or do a Highland fling?" The Colonel called formally upon Mr. MacCann.

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