us place to be in, they had left it for the shelter
of the College of Surgeons. Some of them were still there, sniping from
safe points.

Henry went out and wandered about the streets. If there were soldiers in
Dublin, there were very few, and the rebels still had possession of the
city. He listened to the comments of the people who passed him, and as
he listened, he realised that there was resentment everywhere against
the Sinn Feiners. Behind one of the gates of the Park, a Sinn Feiner
was lying face downwards in the hole he had made to be a trench, and the
crowd climbed up the railings to gape at him. A youth thrust his way
through the people and peered at the dead man, and then he turned to the
crowd and said to them, "Let's get the poor chap out and bury him!" A
girl looked at him resentfully, and hurried to a towsled woman standing
on the kerb, and told her what the youth had said, and instantly the
woman rushed at him and hit him about the head and back. "No, ye'll not
get him out," she yelled at him. "Let him lie there an' rot like the
poor soldiers!"

"They forgot, the Sinn Feiners, that these women's husbands and sons are
at the Front!" Henry thought.

What madness was it that possessed them to rise? A little group of men
and boys had set itself against a Power in the interests of people who
did not desire their services. They could not hope to win the fight ...
they had not the gratitude or the good wishes of the people for whom
they were fighting. What were they going to do next? They had taken the
Post Office and the College of Surgeons and other places because there
was no one to prevent them from taking them ... but what were they going
to do next? They could not, even the wildest of them, believe that this
immunity from attack would last forever. Was there one among them with
an idea of the future of Ireland, of the complexities of government?...

He wanted to get hold of a leader of them and ask him just what he
proposed to do with Ireland?...

5

The rumours this day were wilder than they were on Monday. A man assured
Henry that the Pope had arrived in Ireland on an aeroplane and that Dr.
Walsh, the Catholic Archbishop of Dublin had committed suicide the
minute he heard of the outbreak of the Rebellion. Then the rumour
changed, and it was said that the Pope had thrown himself from the roof
of the Vatican. Lord Wimborne, the Viceroy, had been taken a prisoner,
and was now interned in Liberty Ha