doesn’t like that. I can’t do more. A chap isn’t responsible for his men when they’re not under his eye.”
“Bedad! if more ov ye were ut’d be a different worrld from wan round corner tu the other! Du ye iver see Randal these days?”
“Sometimes. He’s granite. I’ll never get any hold on him, Father.”
“He’s been hoeing a shtiff row of his own if there’s anything in township talk. Ormond, if iver he comes tu ye for help, give ut. He will not be comin’ tu many, that same bhoy.”
“All right. It’s not likely, though.” Ormond got up, and shook himself. “I must scoot. Father. And—I wish I hadn’t worried you to-night.”
The priest looked round the low room with the dance of the fire in its corners.
“It’ll be a bad day for me when I turrn me face from a man wantin’ annythin’ that I can give tu him,” he answered.
