SCENE VI.—A Cave; through large opening at back is seen the Lake and the Moon; rocks R. and L.—flat rock, R. C.; gauge waters all over stage; rope hanging from C., hitched on wing, R. U. E.
Enter Myles, singing, top of rock, R. U. E.
Myles And this is a purty night for my work! The smoke of my whisky-still will not be seen; there’s my distillery beyant in a snug hole up there, [Unfastens rope, L.] and here’s my bridge to cross over to it. I think it would puzzle a gauger to folly me; this is a patent of my own—a tight-rope bridge. [Swings across from R. to L.] Now I tie up my drawbridge at this side till I want to go back—what’s that—it was an otter I woke from a nap he was takin’ on that bit of rock there—ow! ye divil! if I had my gun I’d give ye a leaden supper. I’ll go up and load it, may be I’ll get a shot; them stones is the place where they lie out of a night, and many a one I’ve shot of them.
[Music.—Disappears up rock, L. U. E.
Eily What place is this you have brought me to?
Danny Never fear—I know where I’m goin’—step out on that rock—mind yer footin’; ’tis wet there.
Eily I don’t like this place—it’s like a tomb.
Danny Step out, I say; the boat is laking.
[Eily steps on to rock, R. C.
Eily Why do you spake to me so rough and cruel?