Then the fairies, hating fire, can't bewitch it." [Illustration: "'Tis Samhain, Adam," said Kenny, "the summer ending of the druids."] Adam stared at him blankly.

He was in mad mood, this Irishman.

His eyes, ardently blue and tender and intense, danced with incautious gleams of laughter.

His color was high.

He was gay and utterly friendly.
An odd jealous hunger sprang up in the invalid's eyes.
"Are you mad ?" he demanded.
"Quite!" said Kenny.
"More like," said the old man tartly, "you're drunk." "Drunk," nodded Kenny, "with heather ale.