"You can count on me for anything, Padraig."
"I don't know whether I can or not," he muttered savagely. "Keep quiet for ten minutes, in the name of God."
For a few dull seconds they paced in quiet. Patsy moistened his lips with his tongue.
"What are you going to do, Mary?"
"I don't know," she replied. "What man did you sell the things to?"
"I sold them to a man that lives near by—a rich man in a big house."
"There's only one big house about here."
"That's the house."
She was silent.
"If you're going to tell the men," said her father, "give me two hours' law this night until I get away, and then you can tell them and be damned to you."