Now what if I'd run home and make their minds aisy in the first place, and get Jerry Joyce to bring the car up for you as far as the mountain road?
You can rest yourself here in the manetime, and Frank Finnerty will see you safe that far.

I'll carry the gun and things with me too--so that you'll have a lighter tramp down the hills." This arrangement was precisely what M'Carthy could have wished.
"Thank you, Mogue, for thinking of this--you are a considerate kind fellow, and I cordially admit that I owe my life to you this day.
Had you not been with me I must have lost my way and perished in the mountains." Mogue and Finnerty exchanged glances, which, however, did not escape the observation of the wife, who thoroughly understood those changes of expression, which reflected her husband's darker and sterner purposes.
"Why, then, Misther Frank, that I may be happy but I am glad I was with you, so I am, for indeed only for me I don't think, sure enough, that ever you'd see this house to-night.

There's some spirits left here still, and as I'm for another stretch, I don't think a glass of it will do me, or for that matther, Frank Finnerty here, any harm.

You can see me down the hills a piece, Frank; and you, Mr.Francis, might throw yourself on the bed a while, and get an hour's sleep or so." This too was agreed to--Mogue and Finnerty took each a glass of whiskey, as did Mrs.Finnerty, by permission of her husband, and in a few minutes she and M'Carthy were left by themselves.
After the two worthies had been gone a few minutes, she proceeded to the door, and as the night had now become tolerably light, she looked out, but with a great deal of caution.

At first she saw no person, but in walking in the shadow of the house, along! the sidewall to the left, she was able to observe five or six persons coming towards her husband and Moylan in a body; she saw that they stopped and were in close conversation, pointing frequently towards the house as they spoke.