"You were saying yourself, sonny, that there was a story in your head, and if that's so, now is your chance to tell it; but I'm doubting you'll be able to do it as well as the two men here, for you are a youngster, and story-telling is an old man's trade."
"I'll do my best," said Art, "but I never told a story in my life, and it may not be a good one at the first attempt."
"That's all right," replied Mac Cann encouragingly. "We won't be hard on you."
"Sure enough," said Billy the Music, "and you've listened to the lot of us, so you will know the road."
"What are you going to talk about?" said Caeltia.
"I'm going to talk about Brien O'Brien, the same as the rest of you."
"Did you know him too?" cried Billy.
"I did."
"There isn't a person doesn't know that man," growled Patsy. "Maybe," and he grinned ferociously as he said it, "maybe we'll meet him on the road and he tramping, and perhaps he will tell us a story himself."
"That man could not tell a story," Finaun interrupted, "for he has no memory, and that is a thing a good story-teller ought to have."