lence
again.
"You'll no be a Papist?" he said.
"Certainly not," I replied. "In fact I am a church-warden."
McConkey thrust his hand deep into a hip pocket in the back of his
trousers and drew out a somewhat soiled packet of yellow tracing
paper.
"Look at thon," he said.
I unfolded the tracing paper and found on it drawings of a machine
gun. Cahoon peered over my shoulder.
"She's a bonny wee thing," said McConkey.
She looked to me large and murderous. Cahoon expressed his admiration
for her, so I said nothing.
"I'll no be that badly off for something to fight with," said
McConkey, "when the time comes."
"Do you mean to say," I said, "that you've bought that weapon?"
"I haven't her bought yet," said McConkey; "but I have the money by
me."
"And you actually mean--" I said.
"Ay. I do."
I looked at Cahoon. He was still studying the drawings of the gun.
"It'll be queer," said McConkey, slowly, "if she doesna' land a few of
them in hell before they have me catched."
I turned to Cahoon again.
"Do you really think," I said, "that he--?"
"We're business men," said Cahoon, "and we don't throw away our
money."
"But," I said, "who are you going to shoot at? It would be silly to
attack a tax collector with a gun like that. I don't see who--"
"Oh," said Cahoon, "don't fret about that. We'll find somebody to
shoot at."
"There'll be plenty," said McConkey, "when the time comes."
"The real difficulty," said Cahoon, "is that--"
"They'll no be wanting to stand up till us," said McConkey.
The relations of Capital with Labour are, I understand, strained in
other parts of the United Kingdom. Here, with Home Rule on the
horizon, they seem to be actually cordial. There is certainly a good
deal to be said for Lady Moyne's policy. So long as Cahoon and
McConkey have a common taste for making domestic pets of machine guns
they are not likely to fall out over such minor matters as wages and
hours of work.
I had a good deal to think of as Cahoon drove me back to Castle Affey.
My main feeling was one of great personal thankfulness. I shall never,
I hope, take part in a battle. If I do I hope I shall be found
fighting against some properly organized army, the men and officers of
which have taken up the business of killing in a lofty professional
spirit. I cannot imagine anything more likely to shatter my nerve than
to be pitted against men like McConkey, who neither drink nor smoke,
but save a
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