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"His name's been accepted," ended the Big Doctor, after the lengthiest of these, "and it would be no harm for you to be slipping in a word, now and again, with the people through the country, according as you'd get the chance, Danny." "I will, I will," replied the little doctor, as he opened the door of Father Sweeny's room. "You're doing very well, Father," said Dr.
"It's a gentleman up the country," he said, "that Sweeny's buying the gravel for. I did hear that he's to send it by rail when I have the whole of it landed." He watched the sergeant out of the corners of his eyes to see how he would receive this statement. The sergeant did not seem to be altogether satisfied. "What are you getting for it?" he asked. "Five shillings a load."
"Load your beece," ordered Sergeant Meyer, "and go to your bost again, to the left of Shupert." The fact of Sweeny's opening fire did not cause a resumption of the close fighting. Quiet still continued, and the leaders of the expedition took advantage of it to discuss their situation, while the Indians gathered into little groups and seemed also to be holding council.
She held that although it might not, primarily, have been intended to describe the Roman Catholic Priesthood, its application in a later age was obvious. With a cautious eye on the wolf, she approached the yew hedge. "Larry! Father Sweeny's at the hall door. You must ask him in to lunch!" To herself she thought: "He's Larry's affair, thank goodness! And I'll see that my young man does his duty!"
Mangan, his inspection of the patient ended. "I consider you couldn't be progressing more satisfactorily." He seated himself by Father Tim Sweeny's bedside, while the Nursing Sister-in-Charge rolled up bandages, and conferred in lowered tones with Dr. Aherne, on the subject of what he called the patient's "dite." "You'll be going as strong as ever you did in a few weeks' time," continued Dr.
"Little Sweeny says, in his Irish brogue, 'I can march twic't as fur for the seein' av her!" "Oh! did he?" laughed Clara. "I must carry Sweeny's musket for him some time." "Don't, if you please," said Thurstane, the disciplinarian rising in him. "You would spoil him for the service." "Can't I send him a dish from our table?" "That would just suit his case. He hasn't got broken to hard-tack yet."
As we stood dubiously at the door there was a padding of bare feet in the roadway, and a very small boy with a red head, dressed in a long flannel frock of a rich madder shade fluttered past us into the shop. "Me dada says let yees be hurrying!" he gasped, between spasms of what was obviously whooping-cough. "Sweeny's case is comin' on!"
If you make out a case against any one come up to me in the evening and I'll sign a warrant for his arrest." "I was thinking," said the sergeant, "that if it was pleasing to your honour, you might take Sweeny's depositions before you go out in the boat; just for fear he might take it into his head to die on us before evening; which would be a pity."
He sat quiet and silent; sometimes he slightly moved his lips; he was whispering a name. Glover and Sweeny, who had only known him for a month, and supposed that he had always been what they saw him, considered him an eccentric. "Naterally not quite himself," judged the skipper. "Some folks is born knocked on the head." "May be officers is always that a way," was one of Sweeny's suggestions.
"We may assume, then," said Dr. Lyden amiably, "that the sheep walked out into Sweeny's end of the lake and drowned herself there on account of the spite there was between the two families." The court tittered. A dingy red showed itself among the grizzled hairs and wrinkles on Sweeny's cheek. In Ireland a point can often be better carried by sarcasm than by logic.
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