"I couldn't just be telling you here; av you wouldn't mind stepping out, a minute or so—it's not five minutes I'd be keeping you."
McKeon accordingly went out into the dark yard, about thirty paces from the house, and Brady continued—
"It's about the young masther, yer honor."
"You've said enough about him; you've hanged him; now, what more have you?"
"May I niver see the Blessed Virgin in glory av I towld a word of a lie agin the masther. Av I iver towld the truth it was that day; an' worse luck—av I'd lied then maybe it'd been betther for Mr. Thady."
"It wasn't to tell me that, you came here;—if you've anything to say, let me hear what it is."
"Why then, yer honor, is Mr. Larry, the owld man, a going to see the young masther?"
"And what if he is?"
"Why jist this thin; av he do, Keegan's boys is to saze him as he comes out on the road from Ballycloran."
"Gracious God! would he arrest the man coming to see his own son for the last time!"