PEGEEN. Is it the like of that
murderer? You'll not, surely.
SHAWN -- [going to her, soothingly.] -- Then I'm thinking himself will stop
along with you when he sees you
taking on, for it'll be a long night-time with
great darkness, and I'm after feeling a kind of fellow above in the furzy
ditch, groaning
wicked like a maddening dog, the way it's good cause you have,
maybe, to be fearing now.
PEGEEN -- [turning on him sharply.] -- What's that? Is it a man you seen?
SHAWN -- [retreating.] I couldn't see him at all; but I heard him groaning
out, and breaking his heart. It should have been a young man from his words
speaking.
PEGEEN -- [going after him.] -- And you never went near to see was he hurted
or what ailed him at all?
SHAWN. I did not, Pegeen Mike. It was a dark,
lonesome place to be hearing
the like of him.
PEGEEN. Well, you're a
daring fellow, and if they find his
corpse stretched
above in the dews of dawn, what'll you say then to the peelers, or the Justice
of the Peace?
SHAWN -- [thunderstruck.] I wasn't thinking of that. For the love of God,
Pegeen Mike, don't let on I was
speaking of him. Don't tell your father and
the men is coming above; for if they heard that story, they'd have great
blabbing this night at the wake.
PEGEEN. I'll maybe tell them, and I'll maybe not.
SHAWN. They are coming at the door, Will you whisht, I'm
saying?
PEGEEN. Whisht yourself.
[She goes behind
counter. Michael James, fat jovial publican, comes in
followed by Philly Cullen, who is thin and mistrusting, and Jimmy Farrell, who
is fat and amorous, about forty-five.]
MEN -- [together.] -- God bless you. The
blessing of God on this place.
PEGEEN. God bless you kindly.
MICHAEL -- [to men who go to the
counter.] -- Sit down now, and take your
rest. (Crosses to Shawn at the fire.) And how is it you are, Shawn Keogh?
Are you coming over the sands to Kate Cassidy's wake?
SHAWN. I am not, Michael James. I'm going home the short cut to my bed.
PEGEEN -- [
speaking across the
counter.] -- He's right too, and have you no
shame, Michael James, to be quitting off for the whole night, and leaving
myself
lonesome in the shop?
MICHAEL -- [good-humouredly.] Isn't it the same whether I go for the whole
night or a part only? and I'm thinking it's a queer daughter you are if you'd
have me crossing
backward through the Stooks of the Dead Women, with a drop
taken.
PEGEEN. If I am a queer daughter, it's a queer father'd be leaving me
lonesome these twelve hours of dark, and I piling the turf with the dogs
barking, and the
calves mooing, and my own teeth rattling with the fear.
JIMMY -- [flatteringly.] -- What is there to hurt you, and you a fine, hardy
girl would knock the head of any two men in the place?
PEGEEN -- [working herself up.] -- Isn't there the
harvest boys with their
tongues red for drink, and the ten tinkers is camped in the east glen, and the
thousand
militia -- bad cess to them! -- walking idle through the land.
There's lots surely to hurt me, and I won't stop alone in it, let himself do
what he will.
MICHAEL. If you're that afeard, let Shawn Keogh stop along with you. It's
the will of God, I'm thinking, himself should be
seeing to you now. [They all
turn on Shawn.]
SHAWN -- [in horrified confusion.] -- I would and
welcome, Michael James, but
I'm afeard of Father Reilly; and what at all would the Holy Father and the
Cardinals of Rome be
saying if they heard I did the like of that?
MICHAEL -- [with contempt.] -- God help you! Can't you sit in by the
hearthwith the light lit and herself beyond in the room? You'll do that surely, for
I've heard tell there's a queer fellow above, going mad or getting his death,
maybe, in the gripe of the ditch, so she'd be safer this night with a person
here.
SHAWN -- [with
plaintive despair.] -- I'm afeard of Father Reilly, I'm
saying.
Let you not be
tempting me, and we near married itself.
PHILLY -- [with cold contempt.] -- Lock him in the west room. He'll stay then
and have no sin to be telling to the priest.
MICHAEL -- [to Shawn, getting between him and the door.] -- Go up now.
SHAWN -- [at the top of his voice.] -- Don't stop me, Michael James. Let me
out of the door, I'm
saying, for the love of the Al
mighty God. Let me out
(trying to dodge past him). Let me out of it, and may God grant you His
indulgence in the hour of need.
MICHAEL -- [loudly.] Stop your noising, and sit down by the
hearth. [Gives
him a push and goes to
counter laughing.]
SHAWN -- [turning back, wringing his hands.] -- Oh, Father Reilly and the
saints of God, where will I hide myself to-day? Oh, St. Joseph and St.
Patrick and St. Brigid, and St. James, have mercy on me now! [Shawn turns
round, sees door clear, and makes a rush for it.]