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was holding the mare's head vice the old gossoon, 

 who had been sent on horseback hot foot to Drum- 

 gool to give warning to Mr French. 



Miss Grimshaw got on the side of the car oppo- 

 site to the baihff, Moriarty seized the reins, the 

 gossoon sprang away and the mare rose on 

 end. 



" Fresh," said the man in the tall hat. 



" Faith, she'll be stale enough when IVe 

 finished with her," said Moriarty. " Now then, 

 now then, what are yiz afther? Did you never see 

 a barra of luggage before? Is it a mothor car 

 you're takin' yourself to be, or what ails you, at 

 all, at all? Jay up, y'divil." 



The Dancing Mistress — such was her ominous 

 name — having performed the cake-walk to her own 

 satisfaction, turned her attention to a mixture of 

 the Washington Post and the two-step. 



" Hit her with the whip," said Miss Grimshaw. 



"Hit her with the whip!" repHed Moriarty. 

 " Sure it's kicked to matches we'd be if she heard 

 me draa it from the socket — now then, now then — 

 now then." 



" That's better," said Miss Grimshaw. 



"Yes, miss," replied Moriarty; "once she's 

 started nothin' will stay her, but it's the startin' is 

 the divil." 



It was getting towards sunset now and in the 

 east the ghost of a great moon was rising pale as a 

 cloud in the amethyst sky. 



The moors swept away forever on either side of 



