"I'm sorry, captain, but there's naught else to do, and you were going to-morrow at noon, anyhow, so it won't make much difference to you." "No difference whatever," replied the sailorman.

"I have to go to Dublin, too, and from there to Queenstown to join my ship, and from Queenstown to the coast of France to do some fighting." "Please God!" remarked Miles Calhoun.

"So be it!" declared Mallow.
"Amen!" said Dyck.
Once again Dyck looked the visitor straight in the eyes, and back in the horizon of Mallow's life-sky there shone the light of an evil star.
"There's the call to dinner," remarked Miles Calhoun, as a bell began ringing in the tower outside.

"Come with me, Mr.Mallow, and I'll show you your room.

You've had your horse put up, I hope ?" "Yes, and my bag brought in." "Well, come along, then.