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manny's the time something said to me,
'Not yet.' The Lord be praised, for I've had out of it more than I
deserve!"
He took the mugs from their hands, and for a minute stood like some
ancient priest who had performed a noble ritual. As Sheila looked at
him, she kept saying to herself:
"He's a spirit; he isn't a man!"
Dyck's eye met that of Sheila, and he saw with the same feeling what
was working in her heart.
"Well, we must be going," he said to Christopher Dogan. "We must get
homeward, and we've had a good drink--the best I ever tasted. We're
proud to pay our respects to you in your own house; and goodbye to
you till we meet again."
His hand went out to the shoulder of the peasant and rested there for a
second in friendly feeling. Then the girl stretched out her hand also.
The old man took the two cups in one hand, and, reaching out the other,
let Sheila's fingers fall upon his own. He slowly crooked his neck, and
kissed her fingers with that distinction mostly to be found among those
few good people who live on the highest or the lowest social levels, or
in native tents.
"Ah, please God we meet again! and that I be let to serve you, Miss
Sheila Llyn. I have no doubt you could do with a little help some time
or another, the same as the rest of us. For all that's come between us
three, may it be given me, humble and poor, to help ye both that's
helped me so!"

Dyck turned to go, and as he did so a thought came to him.
"If you hadn't food and drink for us, what have you for yourself,
Christopher?" he asked. "Have you food to eat?"
"Ah, well--well, do ye think I'm no provider? There was no food
cooked was what I was thinking; but come and let me show you."
He took the cover off a jar standing in a corner. "Here's good flour, and
there's water, and there's manny a wild shrub and plant on the hillside
to make soup, and what more does a man want? With the scone cooked
and inside ye, don't ye feel as well as though ye'd had a pound of beef
or a rasher of bacon? Sure, ye do. I know where there's clumps of wild
radishes, and with a little salt they're good--the best. God bless ye!"
A few moments later, as he stood in his doorway and looked along the
road, he saw two figures, the girl's head hardly higher than the man's
shoulder. They walked as if they had much to get and were ready for it.
"Well, I dunno," he said to himself. "I dunno about you, Dyck Calhoun.
You're wild, and ye have too manny mad friends, but you'll come all
right in the end; and that pretty girl--God save her!--she'll come with a
smile into your arms by and by, dear lad. But ye have far to go and
much to do before that."
His head fell, his eyes stared out into the shining distance.
"I see for ye manny and manny a stroke of bad luck, and manny a
wrong thing said of ye, and she not believing wan of them. But oh, my
God, but oh!"--his clenched hands went to his eyes. "I wouldn't like to
travel the path that's before ye--no!"
Down the long road the two young people travelled, gossiping much,
both of them touched by something sad and mysterious, neither
knowing why; both of them happy, too, for somehow they had come
nearer together than years of ordinary life might have made possible.
They thought of the old man and his hut, and then broke away into talk
of their own countryside, of the war with France, of the growing

rebellious spirit in Ireland, of riots in Dublin town, of trouble at
Limerick, Cork, and Sligo.
At the gate of the mansion where Sheila was visiting, Dyck put into her
hands the wild flowers he had picked as they passed, and said:
"Well, it's been a great day. I've never had a greater. Let's meet again,
and soon! I'm almost every day upon the hill with my gun, and it'd be
worth a lot to see you very soon."
"Oh, you'll be forgetting me by to-morrow," the girl said with a little
wistfulness at her lips, for she had a feeling they would not meet on the
morrow. Suddenly she picked from the bunch of wild flowers he had
given her a little sprig of heather.
"Well, if we don't meet--wear that," she said, and, laughing over her
shoulder, turned and ran into the grounds of Loyland Towers.
CHAPTER II
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