DRISCOLL
I do, and every word of it. And a sure shot he is too.
Indeed 'tis said that nothing in the sky or on the land
could escape him when he has a gun in his hand.
LOGAN
I heard before comin' to this town that he was a very
quiet and inoffensive man.
DRISCOLL
And so he is a quiet man when he's left alone. But
when his temper is up, the devil himself is a gentleman
to him.
LOGAN
I'll have another glass of whiskey.
[_Exit the publican. While he is away, Logan looks at
the torn part of his coat, and a stranger enters._
BARNARD FALVEY (_saunters into the back kitchen, picks a
piece of wet paper off the floor, and tries to light it at the
fire for the purpose of lighting his pipe, and after several
unsuccessful attempts, he turns to Logan_)
Good mornin', and God bless you, stranger.
LOGAN
Good mornin', kindly.
FALVEY
It looks as though we were goin' to have a spell of
fine weather.
LOGAN
Judgin' by the way the wind is, it would seem so.
FALVEY
'Tis splendid weather for walkin' or tillin' the land.
LOGAN
'Tis good weather for anythin'.
FALVEY
All the same, 'tis a long stretch of a road from here
to Ballinore. How far is it, I wonder?
LOGAN
Twenty miles at least.
FALVEY
Every step of it, and a long road for a man with the
rheumatics and bronchitis too.
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