"Shane, you are a very true friend of mine, aren't you?"
"Yes, Granya."
"If I wanted a very great favor, would you consider it?"
"Not consider, but do it."
"Yes, but the risk," she faltered. "I hardly dare—"
"What risk? What are you talking about, Granya?" A thought struck him. "Is it money? Don't be silly and talk about risk! Anything I can give you is yours, and welcome!"
"It's not money, Shane. And thank you! It's—it's this—"
"Yes, Granya."
"It's this, Shane. Would you—would you bring a ship for me from St. Petersburg to Lough Foyle, very quietly?"
"What kind of a ship?"