I40 GARRYOWEN 



" Yes, miss. If they'll only hould their hands 

 till Thursday. Not that I mind tacklin' them 

 alone; but if there's any shootin' to be done I'd 

 sooner the master was on the primises." 



" Oh, but — you won't shoot them! " 



*' Shoot them, miss! Faith, if I catch them at 

 their games I'U shoot them first and bile them 

 afther. To-day's Monday — are you sure it was 

 Thursday she said, miss? " 



" Yes." 



Moriarty ruminated. 



" Black Larry you said it was, miss, that was 

 comin'? " 



" Yes." 



" Then he's sure to come single-handed. He 

 always does his jobs alone, and he's never been 

 cotched yet." 



"Is he a dangerous man? " 



" He's not a man, miss, he's a divil. Six fut two 

 and as black as a flue brush. He was gamekeeper 

 to the masther, and the masther turned him off for 

 bad conduc', and he's swore to be even with 

 him." 



" Of course," said Miss Grimshaw, " I might 

 telegraph to Mr French and bring him back ; but 

 he has gone on important business and it would 

 be a pity." 



" It would, miss." 



" I'm not afraid," said the girl, 'Vand if you 

 think you can manage till Thursday, by yom'self, 

 it would be better to do nothing. I will send him 



