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courage in the doing of my work？ ＇She snaps the coat away from him； and goes
behind counter with it。＇
MICHAEL ＇taken aback。＇ Where would I get a pot…boy？ Would you have me
send the bell…man screaming in the streets of Castlebar？
SHAWN ＇opening the door a chink and putting in his head； in a small voice。＇
Michael James！
MICHAEL ＇imitating him。＇ What ails you？
SHAWN。 The queer dying fellow's beyond looking over the ditch。 He's come up；
I'm thinking； stealing your hens。 （Looks over his shoulder。） God help me；
he's following me now （he runs into room）； and if he's heard what I said；
he'll be having my life； and I going home lonesome in the darkness of the
night。 ＇For a perceptible moment they watch the door with curiosity。 Some one
coughs outside。 Then Christy Mahon； a slight young man； comes in very tired
and frightened and dirty。＇
CHRISTY ＇in a small voice。＇ God save all here！
MEN。 God save you kindly。
CHRISTY ＇going to the counter。＇ I'd trouble you for a glass of porter；
woman of the house。 ＇He puts down coin。＇
PEGEEN ＇serving him。＇ You're one of the tinkers； young fellow； is beyond
camped in the glen？
CHRISTY。 I am not； but I'm destroyed walking。
MICHAEL ＇patronizingly。＇ Let you come up then to the fire。 You're looking
famished with the cold。
CHRISTY。 God reward you。 （He takes up his glass and goes a little way across
to the left； then stops and looks about him。） Is it often the police do be
coming into this place； master of the house？
MICHAEL。 If you'd come in better hours； you'd have seen 〃Licensed for the
sale of Beer and Spirits； to be consumed on the premises；〃 written in white
letters above the door； and what would the polis want spying on me； and not a
decent house within four miles； the way every living Christian is a bona fide；
saving one widow alone？
CHRISTY ＇with relief。＇ It's a safe house； so。 ＇He goes over to the fire；
sighing and moaning。 Then he sits down； putting his glass beside him and
begins gnawing a turnip； too miserable to feel the others staring at him with
curiosity。＇
MICHAEL ＇going after him。＇ Is it yourself fearing the polis？ You're
wanting； maybe？
CHRISTY。 There's many wanting。
MICHAEL。 Many surely； with the broken harvest and the ended wars。 （He picks
up some stockings； etc。； that are near the fire； and carries them away
furtively。） It should be larceny； I'm thinking？
CHRISTY ＇dolefully。＇ I had it in my mind it was a different word and a
bigger。
PEGEEN。 There's a queer lad。 Were you never slapped in school； young fellow；
that you don't know the name of your deed？
CHRISTY ＇bashfully。＇ I'm slow at learning； a middling scholar only。
MICHAEL。 If you're a dunce itself； you'd have a right to know that larceny's
robbing and stealing。 Is it for the like of that you're wanting？
CHRISTY ＇with a flash of family pride。＇ And I the son of a strong farmer
（with a sudden qualm）； God rest his soul； could have bought up the whole of
your old house a while since； from the butt of his tailpocket； and not have
missed the weight of it gone。
MICHAEL ＇impressed。＇ If it's not stealing； it's maybe something big。
CHRISTY ＇flattered。＇ Aye； it's maybe something big。
JIMMY。 He's a wicked…looking young fellow。 Maybe he followed after a young
woman on a lonesome night。
CHRISTY ＇shocked。＇ Oh； the saints forbid； mister； I was all times a decent
lad。
PHILLY ＇turning on Jimmy。＇ You're a silly man； Jimmy Farrell。 He said
his father was a farmer a while since； and there's himself now in a poor
state。 Maybe the land was grabbed from him； and he did what any decent man
would do。
MICHAEL ＇to Christy； mysteriously。＇ Was it bailiffs？
CHRISTY。 The divil a one。
MICHAEL。 Agents？
CHRISTY。 The divil a one。
MICHAEL。 Landlords？
CHRISTY ＇peevishly。＇ Ah； not at all； I'm saying。 You'd see the like of
them stories on any little paper of a Munster town。 But I'm not calling to
mind any person； gentle； simple； judge or jury； did the like of me。 ＇They all
draw nearer with delighted curiosity。＇
PHILLY。 Well； that lad's a puzzlethe world。
JIMMY。 He'd beat Dan Davies' circus； or the holy missioners making sermons on
the villainy of man。 Try him again； Philly。
PHILLY。 Did you strike golden guineas out of solder； young fellow； or
shilling coins itself？
CHRISTY。 I did not； mister； not sixpence nor a farthing coin。
JIMMY。 Did you marry three wives maybe？ I'm told there's a sprinkling have
done that among the holy Luthers of the preaching north。
CHRISTY ＇shyly。＇ I never married with one； let alone with a couple or
three。
PHILLY。 Maybe he went fighting for the Boers； the like of the man beyond； was
judged to be hanged； quartered and drawn。 Were you off east； young fellow；
fighting bloody wars for Kruger and the freedom of the Boers？
CHRISTY。 I never left my own parish till Tuesday was a week。
PEGEEN ＇coming from counter。＇ He's done nothing； so。 （To Christy。） If
you didn't commit murder or a bad； nasty thing； or false coining； or robbery；
or butchery； or the like of them； there isn't anything that would be worth
your troubling for to run from now。 You did nothing at all。
CHRISTY ＇his feelings hurt。＇ That's an unkindly thing to be saying to a
poor orphaned traveller； has a prison behind him； and hanging before； and
hell's gap gaping below。
PEGEEN ＇with a sign to the men to be quiet。＇ You're only saying it。 You
did nothing at all。 A soft lad the like of you wouldn't slit the windpipe of
a screeching sow。
CHRISTY ＇offended。＇ You're not speaking the truth。
PEGEEN ＇in mock rage。＇ Not speaking the truth； is it？ Would you have
me knock the head of you with the butt of the broom？
CHRISTY ＇twisting round on her with a sharp cry of horror。＇ Don't strike
me。 I killed my poor father； Tuesday was a week； for doing the like of that。
PEGEEN ＇with blank amazement。＇ Is it killed your father？
CHRISTY ＇subsiding。＇ With the help of God I did surely； and that the Holy
Immaculate Mother may intercede for his soul。
PHILLY ＇retreating with Jimmy。＇ There's a daring fellow。
JIMMY。 Oh； glory be to God！
MICHAEL ＇with great respect。＇ That was a hanging crime； mister honey。
You should have had good reason for doing the like of that。
CHRISTY ＇in a very reasonable tone。＇ He was a dirty man； God forgive
him； and he getting old and crusty； the way I couldn't put up with him at all。
PEGEEN。 And you shot him dead？
CHRISTY ＇shaking his head。＇ I never used weapons。 I've no license； and
I'm a law…fearing man。
MICHAEL。 It was with a hilted knife maybe？ I'm told； in the big world it's
bloody knives they use。
CHRISTY ＇loudly； scandalized。＇ Do you take me for a slaughter…boy？
PEGEEN。 You never hanged him； the way Jimmy F