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"
Trath
was
there
--
a
whole
tribe
av
thim
.
Well
,
as
I
've
been
tillin
'
yez
,
miss
,
jest
as
I
wus
in
a
soun
'
slape
,
I
heerd
talkin
'
in
the
cyabin
heern
,
right
over
my
hid
,
an
the
shufflin
'
av
paper
,
as
if
somebody
was
dalin
'
a
pack
av
cards
,
an
--
Mother
av
Moses
!
fwhat
's
that
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
Did
n't
yez
heear
somethin'
?
Wheesht
!
Thare
it
is
agane
!
Trath
,
it
's
the
trampin
'
av
horses
!
They
're
jist
outside
.
"
Phelim
rushed
towards
the
door
.
"
Be
Sant
Pathrick
!
the
place
is
surrounded
wid
men
on
horseback
.
Thare
's
a
thousand
av
them
!
an
more
comin
'
behind
!
Be
japers
!
them
's
the
chaps
owld
Zeb
--
Now
for
a
frish
spell
av
squeelin
!
O
Lard
!
I
'll
be
too
late
!
"
Seizing
the
cactus-branch
--
that
for
convenience
he
had
brought
inside
the
hut
--
he
dashed
out
through
the
doorway
.
"
Mon
Dieu
!
"
cried
the
Creole
,
"
'
tis
they
!
My
father
,
and
I
here
!
How
shall
I
explain
it
?
Holy
Virgin
,
save
me
from
shame
!
"
Instinctively
she
sprang
towards
the
door
,
closing
it
,
as
she
did
so
.
But
a
moment
's
reflection
showed
her
how
idle
was
the
act
.
They
who
were
outside
would
make
light
of
such
obstruction
Already
she
recognised
the
voices
of
the
Regulators
!
The
opening
in
the
skin
wall
came
under
her
eye
.
Should
she
make
a
retreat
through
that
,
undignified
as
it
might
be
?
