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Here the priest interposed: “What is the name of the man in Pipi Valley to whom you are going?”

And the girl replied: “Ah, father, have I not told you? It is Shon McGann–of Farcalladen Rise.”

At this, Father Corraine seemed suddenly troubled, and he looked strangely and sadly at her. But the girl’s eyes were fastened on the candle in the window, as if she saw her story in it; and she continued: “A colour spread upon him, and then left him pale; and he said: ‘To Shon McGann–you are going to him? Think of that–that!’ For an instant I thought a horrible smile played upon his face, and I grew frightened, and said to him: ‘You know him. You are not sorry that you are helping me? You and Shon McGann are not enemies?’

“After a moment the smile that struck me with dread passed, and he said, as he drew himself up with a shake: ‘Shon McGann and I were good friends-as good as ever shared a blanket or split a loaf, though he was free of any evil, and I failed of any good…. Well, there came a change. We parted. We could meet no more; but who could have guessed this thing? Yet, hear me–I am no enemy of Shon McGann, as let my deeds to you prove.’ And he paused again, but added presently: ‘It’s better you should have come now than two years ago.

“And I had a fear in my heart, and to this asked him why. ‘Because then he was a friend of mine,’ he said, ‘and ill always comes to those who are such.’ I was troubled at this, and asked him if Shon was in Pipi Valley yet. ‘I do not know,’ said he, ‘for I’ve travelled long and far from there; still, while I do not wish to put doubt into your mind, I have a thought he may be gone…. He had a gay heart,’ he continued, ‘and we saw brave days together.’

“And though I questioned him, he told me little more, but became silent, scannin’ the plains as we rode; but once or twice he looked at me in a strange fashion, and passed his hand across his forehead, and a grey look came upon his face. I asked him if he was not well. ‘Only a kind of fightin’ within,’ he said; ‘such things soon pass, and it is well they do, or we should break to pieces.’

“And I said again that I wished not to bring him into danger. And he replied that these matters were accordin’ to Fate; that men like him must go on when once the die is cast, for they cannot turn back. It seemed to me a bitter creed, and I was sorry for him. Then for hours we kept an almost steady silence, and comin’ at last to the top of a rise of land he pointed to a spot far off on the plains, and said that you, father, lived there; and that he would go with me still a little way, and then leave me. I urged him to go at once, but he would not, and we came down into the plains. He had not ridden far when he said sharply:

“‘The Riders of the Plains, those gentlemen who seek me, are there–see! Ride on or stay, which you please. If you go you will reach the priest, if you stay here where I shall leave you, you will see me taken perhaps, and it may be fightin’ or death; but you will be safe with them. On the whole, it is best, perhaps, that you should ride away to the priest. They might not believe all that you told them, ridin’ with me as you are.’

“But I think a sudden madness again came upon me. Rememberin’ what things were done by women for refugees in old Donegal, and that this man had risked his life for me, I swung my horse round nose and nose with his, and drew my revolver, and said that I should see whatever came to him. He prayed me not to do so wild a thing; but when I refused, and pushed on along with him, makin’ at an angle for some wooded hills, I saw that a smile played upon his face. We had almost reached the edge of the wood when a bullet whistled by us. At that the smile passed and a strange look came upon him, and he said to me: