sake, let go o' me, Paddy! I'm not a fightin' man?I can't fight you back. I'm
the only friend you have left! Let go o' me! There!"
The pair lurched
with the incline. The whitethorns were now on each side of them, releasing
their raindrops from thorn to thorn in the darkness. Across the ridge of the
barony, a fan of light from a lighthouse swung its are on shore and sea and
sky. Wherever there was a break in the hedges, a bout of wind mustered its
forces and vainly set about capsizing them.
Paddy began to
growl a song with no air at all to it.
or the whole world'll know you're home," Timothy said.
"As if to
sweet hell I cared!" Paddy stopped and swayed. After a pause, he muttered,
"The other fellah?is he long gone?"
"One night only it was, like Duffy's Circus." He set his hat farther
back on his head and then, his solemn face tilted to the scud of the moon, said
"You want my firm opinion, Paddy? 'Twas nothin' but a chance fall. The mood
an' the man meetin' her. 'Twould mebbe never again happen in a million years. A
chance fall, that's all it was, in my considered opinion."
"Did you ever
know me to break my word?" Paddy said loudly.
swing for her! You have my permission to walk into the witness box and swear
that Paddy Kinsella said he'd swing for her! Swing for her! Swing for her!"
He resumed his singing.
beside the house, Paddy. You don't want to wake your own children, do you? Your
own fine lawful-got sons! Eh, Paddy? Do you want to waken them up?"