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"
To-morrow
.
We
shall
start
by
daybreak
,
so
as
to
make
only
one
day
between
here
and
the
Fort
.
"
"
Sowl
!
I
'm
glad
to
hear
it
.
Not
on
me
own
account
,
but
yours
,
Masther
Maurice
.
Maybe
yez
do
n't
know
that
the
whisky
's
on
the
idge
of
bein
'
out
?
From
the
rattle
av
the
jar
,
I
do
n't
think
there
's
more
than
three
naggins
left
.
Them
sutlers
at
the
Fort
are
n't
honest
.
They
chate
ye
in
the
mizyure
;
besides
watherin
'
the
whisky
,
so
that
it
wo
n't
bear
a
dhrap
more
out
av
the
strame
hare
.
Trath
!
a
gallon
av
Innishowen
wud
last
ayqual
to
three
av
this
Amerikin
rotgut
,
as
the
Yankees
themselves
christen
it
.
"
"
Never
mind
about
the
whisky
,
Phelim
--
I
suppose
there
's
enough
to
last
us
for
this
night
,
and
fill
our
flasks
for
the
journey
of
to-morrow
.
Look
alive
,
old
Ballyballagh
!
Let
us
stable
the
spotted
mare
;
and
then
I
shall
have
time
to
talk
about
a
fresh
supply
of
'
potheen
,
'
which
I
know
you
like
better
than
anything
else
--
except
yourself
!
"
"
And
you
,
Masther
Maurice
!
"
retorted
the
Galwegian
,
with
a
comical
twinkle
of
the
eye
,
that
caused
his
master
to
leap
laughingly
out
of
the
saddle
.
The
spotted
mare
was
soon
stabled
in
the
shed
,
Castro
being
temporarily
attached
to
a
tree
;
where
Phelim
proceeded
to
groom
him
after
the
most
approved
prairie
fashion
.
The
mustanger
threw
himself
on
his
horse-skin
couch
,
wearied
with
the
work
of
the
day
.
The
capture
of
the
"
yegua
pinta
"
had
cost
him
a
long
and
arduous
chase
--
such
as
he
had
never
ridden
before
in
pursuit
of
a
mustang
.
There
was
a
motive
that
had
urged
him
on
,
unknown
to
Phelim
--
unknown
to
Castro
who
carried
him
--
unknown
to
living
creature
,
save
himself
.
Notwithstanding
that
he
had
spent
several
days
in
the
saddle
--
the
last
three
in
constant
pursuit
of
the
spotted
mare
--
despite
the
weariness
thus
occasioned
,
he
was
unable
to
obtain
repose
.
At
intervals
he
rose
to
his
feet
,
and
paced
the
floor
of
his
hut
,
as
if
stirred
by
some
exciting
emotion
.
For
several
nights
he
had
slept
uneasily
--
at
intervals
tossing
upon
his
catré
--
till
not
only
his
henchman
Phelim
,
but
his
hound
Tara
,
wondered
what
could
be
the
meaning
of
his
unrest
.
