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face to face with Captain Augustin. The fiery little Frenchman disdained to give way, in a trice angry words passed, and--partly out of mischief, for the moment was certainly not propitious--Asgill repeated the proposal which Colonel John had just made. The Colonel had stood in the background during the debate about the mare, but thus challenged he stood forward. "It's a fair compromise," he argued. "And if Captain Augustin is prepared to pay twenty per cent----." "He'll not have his cargo, nor yet a cask!" The McMurrough replied with a curt, angry laugh. "Loss and enough we've had to-day." "But----" "Get me back the mare," the young man cried, cutting the Colonel short with savage ridicule. "Get me back the mare, and I'll talk. That's all I have to say." "It seems to me," Colonel John replied quietly, "that those who lose should find. Still--still," checking the young man's anger by the very calmness of his tone, "for Captain Augustin's sake, who can ill bear the loss, and for your sister's sake, I will see what I can do." The McMurrough stared. "You?" he cried. "You?" "Yes, I." "Heaven help us, and the pigs!" the young man exclaimed. And he laughed aloud in his scorn. But Colonel John seemed no way moved. "Yes," he replied. "Only let us understand one another"--with a look at Uncle Ulick which made him party to the bargain--"if I return to-morrow evening or on the following day--or week--with your sister's mare----" "Mounseer shall have his stuff again to the last pennyworth," young McMurrough returned with an ironical laugh, "and without payment at all! Or stay! Perhaps you'll buy the mare?" "No, I shall not buy her," Colonel John answered, "except at the price the man gave you." "Then you'll not get her. That's certain! But it's your concern." The Colonel nodded, and, turning on his heels, went away towards the house, calling William Bale to him as he passed. The McMurrough looked at the Frenchman. He had a taste for tormenting some one. "Well, monsieur," he jeered, "how do you like your bargain?" "I do not understand," the Frenchman answered. "But he is a man of his word, _ma foi_! And they are not--of the common." CHAPTER V THE MESS-ROOM AT TRALEE If England had made of Ireland a desert and called it peace, she had not marred its beauty. That was the thought in Colonel Sullivan's mind as he rode eastward under Slieve Mish, with the sun rising above the lower spurs
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