MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 91 



enough, and bide my time. I light my pipe. 

 There is nothing like tobacco in such a situa- 

 tion. I was well muffled up, and had capital 

 shelter from the wall of the barn. As I smoked 

 somehow or other I felt drowsy. I nodded 

 (only two tumblers on my honour, only two.) 

 I pulled myself together. I nodded again it 

 was all a noddin nid, nid noddin all a 

 Hallo ! 



I rubbed my eyes, as they say in stories (this 

 is no story, this is truth, Messieurs), there could 

 be no doubt of it, none whatever ! There he 

 was. There, stealing down the bank, horns 

 and all! 



The horns did it. I might have argued my- 

 self out of my fears, but for those appendages. 



Horns are a monopoly of the nowadays. 



The moved in a line with me, and then 



towards me. I had no charmed bullets, no 

 magic sixpences, and somehow I thought a 

 charge of duck shot, or of Eley's wire car- 

 tridge No. 4, would be too much even for 



the at point blank (especially if I made 



a mistake). So having an easy conscience, I 

 waited. Nearer and nearer the figure came, 



