Produced by Al Haines
Author of "The Middle Years," "The Years of the Shadows," "The West
Wind," "Miss Gascoigne," etc., etc.
CONSTABLE & COMPANY LTD.
1919
It was a night of bright moonlight that made for pitchy shadows underwall or tree.
Patsy Kenny was looking for the goat, she having broken her tether. Hehad been driven forth by his fierce old grandfather with threats of themost awful nature if he should return without the goat.
The tears were not yet dry on Patsy's small face. He had kneaded themin with his knuckles, but the smears caused by the process were notvisible in the moonlight, even if there had been any one to see them.It was not only the hardship of being driven out when the meal of hotpotatoes was on the table, to search for that "ould divil" of a goat,and his sense of the injustice which had put the blame of the goat'sstraying on to his narrow shoulders. The old, in Patsy's knowledge ofthem, were crabbed and unjust. That was something for the young totake in the day's work. It was Patsy's fears of the supernatural thatkept him creeping along in the shadow of the hedge, now and againstopping to weep a little over his troubles, or to listen fearfullylike a frightened hare before going on again.
Why, close to the road by which he must go to seek the goat there wasthe tomb in which Captain Hercules O'Hart lay buried. People aboutKillesky did not take that road if they could help it. The tomb was aterror to all those who must pass the road by night, and to theirhorses if they were riding or driving. It was well known that no horsewould pass by the tomb without endeavouring to avoid it, and if forcedor cajoled into accomplishing the passage, would emerge trembling andsweating. Some unimaginative person had suggested that the terror ofthe horses was due to the thunder of the invisible waterfall where theriver tumbled over its weir, just below the Mount on which old Herculeshad chosen to be buried. The horses knew better than that. Nothingnatural said the people would make a horse behave in such a way. Thedumb beast knew what it saw and that was nothing good.
The anguish of Patsy's thoughts caused him suddenly to "bawl" as hewould have put it himself.
"Isn't it an awful thing?" he asked, addressing the quiet bog-worldunder the moon, "to think of a little lad like me havin' to be out inthe night facin' all them ghosts and that ould heart-scald of a manburnin' his knees at home be the fire? What'll I do at all if thattormint of a go