"He's gone!" he muttered, hoarsely, after waiting for further signs of his victim. "Gone to the bottom!"
He crawled back to the middle of the road, and arose to his feet.
The awful occurrence had for the time sobered him, and he moved forward without a stagger.
"Bad worruk Oi'm doin'!" he muttered to himself. "Phat will Dennis say?"
The thought of his brother-in-law's possible condemnation of his actions made him shiver. He turned and slowly retraced his steps from whence he had come. He had not quite reached the spot when Corrigan's voice sounded in his ear.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"Oi thought Oi'd go to Corney, but Oi changed me moind," was Mosey's reply.
"Good thing you did. They want you up there."
"Phat for?"
Mosey had stopped at the door, and now looked at his brother-in-law sharply.