"They enjoy a place like that," said Andy happily, "with rabbits galore."
"When they get into it, Barty," said Darby as they jogged homewards, "and keep together and get on a little faster, they might show us some fun, after all."
"They'll show ye what noses can do," said Barty grimly. "But harriers with a taste of tarrier an' God knows what they was whelped, and harriers with a taste of tarrier they'll die. Wasn't that Grandjer digging the fox out, no less?"
They would pass close to Castle Freyne. The cars came up looking for them, and Gheena asked everyone to tea.
"I'll drive you, Gheena," Darby said, his voice muffled in the mist.
He climbed down slowly. On his horse he had been upright and good to look at; now he limped and shuffled towards the car, catching at it to support him.
"And you, Stafford?" he said. "Cantillon there would take your horse back for you."
"Mr. Stafford will probably want to get back to his work as he's been out all day," suggested Gheena frostily.
Basil Stafford observed mildly that it was undoubtedly a nice light evening to direct drainage works on, but he thought that he would wait until next day.
"Gheena"—Darby climbed into his car—"Gheena, the Croompaun was a very big leap for you to-day on that new mare of yours."