I don't mind tellin' ye, lad, that she's mobilizing all the clan an' if she _has_ to come for ye, avick, they'll be wid her an' they'll sweep this joint clean before ye go.

What they'll do to it'll make the Big Wind look like a summer breeze on Lough Lene! An' that's about all, Larry.

We thought a voice from the Green Isle would cheer ye.

Don't fergit that ye're the O'Keefe an' I say it again--all the bhoys are wid ye.

But we want t' kape bein' proud o' ye, lad!' "An' I looked again and there was only a bush waving." There wasn't a smile in my heart--or if there was it was a very tender one.
"I'm going to bed," he said abruptly.