"Yes, it's escaped down here from Cloyne. At least I'm going to send it back to Cloyne. Get the cart."
"Yes, sorr."
"And a pig-net. Get it into the cart with the net over it and take it to Cloyne. I don't know who it belongs to, so just dump it in the market-place. This is market-day, so there'll be some one to claim it, or it will find its way home."
"Yes, sorr."
"And, see here, bring the cart round to the door before you start."
"Yes, sorr."
Moriarty departed.
"Now," said Mr. French, "let's talk business. Miss Grimshaw, we're leaving Ireland to-morrow—you and I and Effie and Garryowen, the servants, and all. I've got a place——"
"To train Garryowen?"