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can give the Cat two furlong in a mile and lather 

 her — Buck says the black blood come in his face, 

 and he shuck the stick he was holdin' in his hand 

 after Andy and the colt, as if he'd hke to lay it on 

 thim." 



" Well, I'll lay a stick on him," said French, 

 " if he comes round asking his questions. Moriarty, 

 only you and me and the young lady — she's safe — 

 and Buck Slane — and he's safe — know what we're 

 going to do with Garryowen and where we're 

 going to run him. If we want to keep him dark 

 we mustn't have fellows poking their noses about 

 the place — " 



" That young gintleman from over the water, 

 sorr, is he safe? " 



" Mr Dashwood? Yes, he's a gentleman. Even 

 so, I did not tell him anything about it. He saw 

 the colt, and, by gad, didn't he admire him ! But 

 I said nothing of what I was going to do with 

 him—" 



" Here they are, sorr," cried Moriarty, who was 

 standing up, and so had a better view of the sea. 



Mr French rose to his feet. 



The dinghy was rounding the rocks. Mr 

 Giveen, at the sculls, was evidently remonstrating 

 with the girl, who, seeing help at hand, and 

 vengeance in the forms of the two men on the 

 beach, was standing up in the stem of the boat — 

 at least, half standing up ; now almost erect, now 

 crouched and clutching the thwart, she seemed 

 ready to jump on the rocks they were passing, to 



