'How far are we going?' I asked.
'Eight or nine miles,' he answered. We trudged on. 'We'll separate at Lanyon,' he added.
'Where are you going?' I asked.
A farm. I'll be hiding up for a bit.'
Another girl?' I asked.
His teeth showed in the darkness as he grinned up at me. 'Is c Casanova you think I am?' My remark had flattered his vanity. He was one of those men who for no apparent reason is attractive to women, and he enjoyed the sense of power it gave him.
'What about me?' I asked. 'Where am I going?'
'Botallack,' he replied. There's a message I'll be wanting you to carry too.'
'Good God!' I said. 'My father worked at Botallack.'
'Indeed. Then you'd better change your name, you know. Let me see — Canada wasn't it? Any Irish in Canada?'