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Pressed against the wall was a bevy of ladies, some of whom were screaming and some laughing and all of whom were calling on the men to go back to their seats. Only two people remained seated in the hall. Goll sat twisted round watching the progress of the brawl critically, and Fionn, sitting opposite, watched Goll.
"Goll," he said, "I have a daughter." "A lovely girl, a blossom of the dawn," said Goll. "Would she please you as a wife?" the chief demanded. "She would please me," said Goll. "She is your wife," said Fionn.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Thayor," said the trapper, his great freckled paw tight in the white hand of the stranger. "By goll, you done well, friend. But what did ye let Billy lead you through sich a hell-patch as he did, Mr. Thayor?" There was a certain silent dignity about the trapper as he greeted the new-comer.
They did not complain of this, for they loved every hair of Fionn's head more than they loved their wives and children, and that was reasonable for there was never in the world a person more worthy of love than Fionn was. Not even a call was necessary, for Goll felt in his heart when Fionn was threatened, and he would leave Fionn's own brother only half-killed to fly where his arm was wanted.
Goll, as the Admiral, looked like the figure-head of a seventy-four; and Garbetts, as Captain Boldweather, a miscreant who forms a plan for carrying off Black-eyed Susan, and waving an immense cocked hat says, "Come what may, he will be the ruin of her" all these performed their parts with their accustomed talent; and it was with a sincere regret that all our friends saw the curtain drop down and end that pretty and tender story.
But at the word jealous the Chief's anger revived. "It is an impertinence," he cried, "to boast at this table that you killed my father." "By my hand," Goll replied, "if Fionn were to treat me as his father did I would treat Fionn the way I treated Fionn's father." Fionn closed his eyes and beat away the anger that was rising within him. He smiled grimly.
The stranger stepped into the bar, emptied his glass, waited until Morrison had cleared his throat and uttered the customary remark of "I goll we cal'late to keep the best " and then asked: "How far did you say this place of Thayor's was?"
"Dunno as I ever see a neater job," remarked a big fellow a former doubter peering over the shoulders of the crowd, intent on the doctor's handling of the wounded arm. "Yes yes " drawled the Clown. "Goll! seems 'ough he knowed jest whar to take hold." "There," said Sperry, as he gave a final adjustment to the improvised bandage. "You had better get him to bed."
Fionn stood up, but the moment he did so Goll mac Morna arose also. "I object to Fionn giving evidence," said he. "Why so?" the king asked. "Because in any matter that concerned me Fionn would turn a lie into truth and the truth into a lie." "I do not think that is so," said Fionn. "You see, he has already commenced it," cried Goll.
By this time the little Frenchman's eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily he was dead drunk. "Goll! warn't that an awful hooker ye give him, Freme?" asked the trapper. He turned to the sufferer, now that the doctor had disappeared, and drew an extra blanket tenderly over him.
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