THE SILVER FOX 4^1 



be. Sure yourself knows well the way he 

 was. Ye had undherstanding always, God 

 bless ye " 



** Are you afraid his head is getting wrong 

 again ? '* interrupted Slaney inexorably. 

 Mrs. Quin fell at once into a raucous and 

 tearful whisper. 



" It's whatever owld talk the people have 

 about that place above in Park-na-Moddhera 

 that has him desthroyed. Every spadeful 

 that's throwing out o' that hill it's the same 

 to him as if it was down on his heart they 

 were throwing it, and sure they say that 

 grey fox or whatever it was poor Danny 

 seen is like a witch or a fairy that'd dhraw 

 down bad luck if it wouldn't be let alone, 



the Lord save us " she crossed herself; 



" didn't Danny tell me one time he felt like 

 a wind from the say coming bechuxt his skin 

 and his blood afther he seeing the same fox?" 



" But Tom has nothing to say to the hill 

 now," said Slaney; ''why should the bad 

 luck come to him any more than to Mr. 

 Glasgow ? " 



