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When the riffles were washed, and the loose gravel had been worked down into yellow piles of rich concentrates, Slevin, armed with whisk broom, paddle, and scoop, climbed into the sluices. Bill watched him out of a corner of his eye, and it was not long before his vigilance was rewarded.
The ex-missionary, Bill discovered, had the reputation of being a tight man, and meanly suspicious in money matters. He reposed no confidence in his superintendent, a surly, saturnine fellow known as Black Jack Berg, nor in Denny Slevin, his foreman. So much Laughing Bill gathered from camp gossip.
At length the hour of dinner arrived, and along with it the redoubtable Parra More Slevin, Captain Wilson, and another nephew of Father Philemy's, who had come to know what detained his brother who had conducted the auxiliary priest to Phaddhy's.
"'Tattheration to me, says the big Longford fellow, 'if he had sarved me, Reilly, as he did you, but I'd roast him in the flames of his own house, says he. "'I'd have you to know, says Slevin, 'that you have no command here, Collier. I'm captain at the present time, says he; 'and more nor what I wish shall not be done. Go over, says he to the blackfaces, 'and rap him up.
"'No, said others, spaking out when they heard any body at all having courage to do so 'it's too bad, boys, to burn the place; for if we do, says they, 'some of the innocent may be burned before they get from the house, or even before they waken out of their sleep. "'Knock at the door first, says Slevin, 'and bring Vengeance out; let us cut the ears off of his head and lave him.
"I believe you, Peter, and I would take your word for more than the condition of the geese. Remember me to Katty, Peter." "On Wednesday, in Parrah More Slevin's of Mullaghfadh. Are you there, Parrah More?" No answer. "Parrah More Sle-vin?" Silence. "Parrah More Slevin, of Mullaghfadh?" No reply. "Dan Fagan?" "Present, sir." "Do you know what keeps that reprobate from mass?"
The load was heavy, the yoke bruised his bones, therefore he was moved to complain: "The idea of me totin' water for the very guys that stole my uncle's money! It's awful the darned crooks!" It was a rainy evening when business next took Black Jack Berg and Denny Slevin to town. Having dined amply, if not well, they donned slickers, saddled a pair of horses, and set out down the creek.
Having secured the assistance of all the chief tribes of the west, and established the ancient supremacy of his house over Breffni, he first attacked the town of Ballylahen, in Mayo, the seat of the family of de Exeter, slew Slevin de Exeter, the lord de Cogan, and other knights and barons, and plundered the town.
There were first Fathers Philemy, Con, and the Auxiliary from the far part of the diocese; next followed Captain Wilson, Peter Malone, and Father Philemy's two nephews; after these came Phaddhy himself, Parrah More Slevin, with about two dozen more of the most remarkable and uncouth personages that could sit down to table.
While a search party was being organized there came word that the missing saddle-horses had been found on the slope of Anvil Mountain, and by the time Slayforth's party had reached the ground more news awaited them. Up near the head of the draw some one had discovered the body of Denny Slevin.
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