Dolan. You can put the horse in my sister's
stable, and whin you and Jimmy get back, you'll be tired enough
that you'll be glad to ride home. A visit with Katie will be good
for me; I have been blue the last few days, and I can see you are
just aching to go with the boys. Isn't that a fine plan?"
"I should say that is a guid plan," answered the delighted Dannie.
Anything to save Mary another night alone was good, and then--that
coon hunt did sound alluring.
And that was how it happened that at nine o'clock that night, just
as arrangements were being completed at Casey's, Dannie Macnoun
stepped into the group and said to the astonished. Jimmy. "Mary
wanted to come to her sister's over nicht, so I fixed everything,
and I'm going to the coon hunt, too, if you boys want me."
The crowd closed around Dannie, patted his back and cheered him, and
he was introduced to Mister O'Khayam, of Boston, who tried to drown
the clamor enough to tell what his name really was, "in case of
accident"; but he couldn't be heard for Jimmy yelling that a good
old Irish name like O'Khayam couldn't be beat in case of anything.
And Dannie took a hasty glance at the Thread Man, to see if he wore
that hated pleated coat, which lay at the bottom of Jimmy's anger.
Then they started. Casey's wife was to be left in charge of the
saloon, and the Thread Man half angered Casey by a whispered
conversation with her in a corner. Jimmy cut his crowd as low as he
possibly could, but it numbered fifteen men, and no one counted the
dogs.
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