Paddy. Six year."
"Like the dam, or?the sire?"
Paddy. Mostly all the dam. Come on now, an' you'll have a fine sleep tonight
under my roof."
Paddy eyed the
cottage, expressed his contempt of it, then spat on the roadway. He gave minor
indications of his intention of moving forward. Then, unpredictably, he pounded
off the restraining hand of Timothy, pulled violently away and went swaying
toward the passage that led down to the cottage.
After a fearful
glance uproad, Timothy wailed, "She'll be back in a minute!"
"I'll see my
lawful-got sons!" Paddy said.
caught up with him, the big man was fumbling with the padlock on the door. As
on a thought, he turned aside and groped in vain in the corner of the window
the key with her," Timothy said. "For God's sake, leave it till
But Paddy was
already blundering on the cobbled pathway that led around by the gable of the
cottage. Finding the back door bolted, he stood back from it angrily. He was
about to smash it in when Timothy discovered that the hinged window of the
kitchen was slightly open. As Timothy swung the window open, the smell of turf
smoke emerged. Paddy raised his boot against the wall and dug in the plaster
until he gained purchase of a sort. "Gimme a leg!" he ordered
clawing Paddy's leg upwards. Belaboring the small man's shoulders with boot and
hand, the big fellow floundered through the open window. Spread-eagled on the
kitchen table, he breathed deeply for a full minute, then laboriously worked
his way, stepping down onto a sugan chair, to the floor.