Father T [Rising, goes down—aside.] Myles na Coppaleen is at the bottom of this; his whisky-still is in that cave, and he has not been seen for ten days past. [Aloud—goes to Danny.] Danny, after ye fell, how did ye get home?
Danny I fell in the wather; the current carried me to a rock; how long I was there half drowned I don’t know, but on wakin’ I found my boat floatin’ close by, an’ it was still dark; I got in and crawled here.
Father T [Aside.] I’ll go and see Myles—there’s more in this than has come out.
Sheelah Won’t yer riverince say a word of comfort to the poor boy? He’s in great pain entirely.
Father T Keep him quiet, Sheelah. [Music.] I’ll be back again with the comfort for him. Danny, your time is short; make the most of it. [Aside.] I’m off to Myles na Coppaleen. Oh, Hardress Cregan—[Going up.]—ye little think what a bridal day ye’ll have!
[Exit door in flat, L. C.
Corrig [Who has been writing in note-book, comes out at back.] I’ve got down every word of the confession. Now, Hardress Cregan, there will be guests at your weddin’ to-night ye little dhrame of.
[Exit L. door in flat, L. C.
Danny [Rising up.] Mother, mother! the pain is on me. Wather—quick—wather!
[Sheelah runs to L. table; takes jug; gives it to Danny; he drinks; Sheelah takes jug; Danny struggles—falls back on bed; close on picture.