246 DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 



Pat's dear old face fell at this, and, when we mounted 

 the car on the next afternoon and drove away, we 

 left him looking as though he already missed our 

 companionship. 



CHAPTER XXIV 



MOXGAN'S hotel, CARNA — WE FI5K WITH 

 ST ANTHONY 



We found Mongan's Hotel, Cama, a very comfort- 

 able place, and the host and hostess all anxiety that 

 their guests' stay might be enjoyable. This was 

 demonstrated in many ways; and they were much 

 aided in their efforts by having at their disposal 

 60,000 acres of shooting, white and brown trout fishing 

 in rivers and lakes, boats to row or sail for sea fishing, 

 the free use of their new yacht Mayflower, and, in 

 addition to all this, cars well horsed at a nominal 

 charge per day or hour. 



Lack of rain had rather spoilt the fun for trout- 

 fishers here, as it did all over Scotland and Ireland 

 that season. There were four enthusiasts still remain- 

 ing when we arrived — two ladies and their brothers — 

 who, in spite of their sorry chances, started each 

 morning full of cheery talk of what might or might not 

 happen before the day was done. They were accom- 

 panied by their mother, and, as close behind as she could 

 keep, but quite detached, a sister of their mother 

 followed. The sweet simplicity of lengthened spinster- 

 hood had not given this maiden aunt the advantages 

 over her sister, who had borne the troubles of mother- 

 hood, that some might have expected. The extreme 

 contrary seemed the case, for she lagged behind on 

 the journey out and on the journey home, in spite 

 of noble efforts at sprinting to catch her sister up. 

 The mother's eyes went from right to left and from 



