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Tullagh, and I'll hop out of the train there and 

 book on to Dubhn. Mr Dashwood here is going 

 on with the horses to-night, and then on to Crows- 

 nest, to have the house ready. Faith, I never can 

 thank him for what he's done or what he's going 

 to do." 



" God bless my soul," said Dashwood, " I don't 

 want thanks. It's the greatest lark I ever came 

 across. I wouldn't have lose last night for a 

 thousand pounds. I mean, you know, it's tre- 

 mendous fun; beats a comic opera to fits — " 



" Please, sir," came Norah's voice at the door, 

 " the cart's round and waiting." 



Mr French rose to his feet, and led the way from 

 the room, followed by the others. 



At the hall door steps a manure cart was drawn 

 up. In the cart was something covered with a 

 pig-net. Doolan, whip in hand, was standing at 

 the horse's head. 



" Let up," came a voice from the cart. " What 

 are yiz doin' wid me? Where am I at all, at all? 

 Oh, but I'U pay yiz out for this ! I'll have the laa 

 on yiz." 



" Shut your ears," said Mr French to the girl; 

 then he took Doolan's whip, and with the butt of 

 it prodded the thing in the cart. What seemed a 

 great tin snout resented this treatment, then the 

 cart moved off, Doolan at the horse's head, and 

 disappeared down the drive. 



'' Did you see what was in the cart? " asked 

 French when the girl uncovered her ears. 



