CHAPTER XXX
When Mac Cann saw the visitors he halted for an instant and then came forward very slowly, with his head on one side and his thumb rasping steadily on his chin.
He was staring at Brien O'Brien, and as he stared he bristled like a dog.
"It's the man himself," said he, "the man that stole my clothes."
O'Brien peeped upwards at him but did not move.
"Sit down and hold your prate," said he, "or I'll steal your life."
Mac Cann would have thrown himself on his enemy, but at that moment he caught sight of Eileen Ni Cooley and her face drove the other out of his head.
He stared.
"It's yourself!" said he.