26 THE SILVER FOX 



was very much shocked to hear how sudden 

 his death was." 



Quin stood still in the middle of the road, 

 with his soft black hat pulled over his brows. 

 He breathed hard, and Glasgow thought he 

 was going to cry. Instead of doing so, how- 

 ever, Quin caught him by the arm. 



" How dar' ye bring up me father's name 

 to me ? " he said, in a loud voice. " If it 

 wasn't for you and yer railway the stones 

 wouldn't be over his head this night ! " 



Glasgow shook his hand off. 



" Go home, Quin, go home," he said, not 

 unkindly. '* I'll talk to you to-morrow." 



*' What do I want o' yer talk when ye 

 have the bad luck dhrew down on us 1 God 

 knows ye talked enough to me father, blasht 

 ye ! " Quin here unloosed his terrified angry 

 soul by the simple channel of bad language. 

 " I'll have satisfaction out o' ye, ye English 

 hound," he raved on, seeing that Glasgow 

 was turning impassively away. " You that 

 laughed when I axed ye to let me father out 

 o' the bargain ! Well I knew that there was 



