mountain; but anyhow they vanished, and from that day to this no sight or sound or word iv them was ever known!"
There was a universal, ' Oh!' of relief as he concluded, whilst he drained his glass.
I looked round again at the little window—but the dark face was gone.
Then there arose a perfect bable of sounds. All commented on the story, some in Irish, some in English, and some in a speech, English indeed, but so purely and locally idiomatic that I could only guess at what was intended to be conveyed. The comment generally took the form that two men were to be envied, one of them, the gombeen man, Murdock, who owned a portion of the western side of the hill, the other one, Joyce, who owned another section of the same aspect.
In the midst of the buzz of conversation the clattering of hoofs was heard. There was a shout, and the door opened again and admitted a stalwart stranger of some fifty years of age, with a strong, determined face, with kindly eyes, well dressed but wringing wet, and haggard, and seemingly disturbed in mind. One arm hung useless by his side.
"Here's one of them!" said Father Peter.
CHAPTER III.
The Gombeen Man.
"God save all here," said the man as lie entered.
Room was made for him at the fire. He no sooner came near it and tasted the heat than a cloud of steam arose from him.
"Man! but ye're wet," said Mrs. Kelligan. "One'd think ye'd been in the lake bey ant!"
"So I have," he answered, "worse luck! I rid all the way from Gal way this blessed day to be here in time, but the mare slipped coming down Curragh Hill and threw me over the bank into the lake. I wor in the wather nigh three hours before I could get out, for I was foreninst the Curragh Eock an' only got a foothold in a chink, an' had to hold on wid me one arm for I fear the other is broke."
"Dear! dear! dear!" interrupted the woman. "Sthrip yer coat off, acushla, an' let us see if we can do any-thin'."
He shook his head, as he answered:—
"Not now, there's not a minute to spare. I must get up the Hill at once. I should have been there be sis o'clock. But I mayn't be too late yit. The mare has broke down entirely. Can any one here lend me a horse?"
There was no answer till Andy spoke:—
"Me mare is in the shtable, but this gintleman has me an' her for the day, an' I have to lave him at Carnaclif to-night."
Here I struck in:—
"Never mind me, Andy! If you can help this gentleman, do so: I'm better off here than driving through the storm. He wouldn't want to go on, with a broken arm, if he hadn't good reason!"
The man looked at me with grateful eagerness:—
"Thank yer honour, kindly. It's a rale gintleman ye are! An' I hope ye'll never be sorry for helpin' a poor fellow in sore throuble."
"What's wrong, Phelim?" asked the priest. "Is there anything troubling you that any one here can get rid of?"
"No thin', Father Pether, thank ye kindly. The throuble is me own intirely, an' no wan here could help me. But I must see Murdock to-night."
There was a general sigh of commiseration; all understood the situation.
"Musha!" said old Dan Moriarty, sotto voce. "An' is that the way of it! An' is he too in the clutches iv that wolf? Him that we all thought was so warrum. Glory be to God! but it's a quare wurrld it is; an' it's few there is in it that is what they seems. Me poor frind! is there any way I can help ye? I have a bit iv money by me that yer welkim to the lend iv av ye want it."
The other shook his head gratefully:—
"Thank ye kindly, Dan, but I have the money all right; it's only the time I'm in trouble about!"
"Only the time! me poor chap! It's be time that the divil helps Black Murdock an' the likes iv him, the most iv all! God be good to ye if he has got his clutch on yer back, an' has time on his side, for ye'll want it!"
"Well! anyhow, I must be goin' now. Thank ye kindly, neighbours all. When a man's in throuble, sure the goodwill of his frinds is the greatest comfort he can have."
"All but one, remember that! all but one!" said the priest.
"Thank ye kindly, Father, I shan't forget. Thank ye Andy: an' you, too, young sir, I'm much beholden to ye. I hope, some day, I may have it to do a good turn for ye in return. Thank ye kindly again, and good night." He shook my hand warmly, and was going to the door, when old Dan said:—
"An' as for that black-jawed ruffian, Murdock—" He paused, for the door suddenly opened, and a harsh voice said:—
"Murtagh Murdock is here to answer for himself!"— It was my man at the window.
There was a sort of paralyzed silence in the room, through which came the whisper of one of the old women:—
"Musha! talk iv the divil!"
Joyce's face grew very white; one hand instinctively grasped his riding switch, the other hung uselessly by his side. Murdock spoke:—
"I kem here expectin' to meet Phelim Joyce. I thought I'd save him the throuble of comin' wid the money." Joyce said in a husky voice:—
"What do ye mane? I have the money right enough here. I'm sorry I'm a bit late, but I had a bad accident —bruk me arrum, an' was nigh dhrownded in the Curragh Lake. But I was goin' up to ye at once, bad as I am, to pay ye yer money, Murdock." The Gombeen Man interrupted him:—
"But it isn't to me ye'd have to come, me good man. Sure, it's the sheriff, himself, that was waitin' for ye', an' whin ye didn't come "—here Joyce winced; the speaker smiled—" he done his work."
"What wurrk, acushla?" asked one of the women. Murdock answered slowly:—
"He sould the lease iv the farrum known as the Shleenanaher in open sale, in accordance wid the ter-rums of his notice, duly posted, and wid warnin' given to the houldher iv the lease."
There was a long pause. Joyce was the first to speak:—
"Ye're jokin', Murdock. For God's sake say ye're jokin'! Ye tould me yerself that I might have time to git the money. An' ye tould me that the pnttin' me farrnm up for sale was only a matther iv forrum to let me pay ye back in me own way. Nay! more, ye asked me not to te tell any iv the neighbours, for fear some iv them might want to buy some iv me land. An' it's niver so, that whin ye got me aff to G-alway to rise the money, ye went on wid the sale, behind me back—wid not a soul by to spake for me or mine—an' sould up all I have! No! Murtagh Murdock, ye're a hard man I know, but ye wouldn't do that! Ye wouldn't do that!"
Murdock made no direct reply to him, but said seemingly to the company generally:—
"I ixpected to see Phelim Joyce at the sale to-day, but as I had some business in which he was consarned, I kem here where I knew there'd be neighbours—an' sure so there is."
He took out his pocket-book and wrote names, "Father Pether Eyan, Daniel Moriarty, Bartholomew Moynahan, Andhrew McGlown, Mrs. Katty Kelligan— that's enough! I want ye all to see what I done. There's nothin' undherhand about me! Phelim Joyce, I give ye formial notice that yer land was sould an' bought be me, for ye broke yer word to repay me the money lint ye before the time fixed. Here's the Sheriff's assignmint, an' I tell ye before all these witnesses that I'll proceed with ejectment on title at wanst."
All in the room were as still as statues. Joyce was fearfully still and pale, but when Murdock spoke the word "ejectment" lie seemed to wake in a moment to frenzied life. The blood flushed up in his face and he seemed about to do something rash; but with a great effort he controlled himself and said:—
"Mr. Murdock, ye won't be too hard. I got the money to-day—it's