THE SILVER FOX 103 



The man who was su])plying the sand 

 tilted his barrow up on end and leaned on 

 the handles, secure in the knowledge that 

 the ganger was engaged at the other side of 

 the station in raining down expletives upon 

 the heads of the sinkers of the well. 



" It's what they're sayin' beyond," he 

 remarked, jerking hie head in the direction 

 of the men working at the platform, *' that 

 what has him desthroyed is the bog of 

 Tully. Eight months now they're sthrivin' 

 to fill that spot." 



"An' if they were eight months more," 

 said the man who was mixing the mortar, 

 "they'll not fill it." He took off the tin 

 lid of his pipe and stirred up its embers 

 with a horny fore-finger. " Betther for 

 him not to be intherfarin' with the likes o' 

 that place." 



The pessimist with the sieve laughed 

 with the superiority of youth, and of a 

 reader of the Daily Independent, 



" There's wather runnin' undher the 

 ground there in every place," went on the 



