"Listen to me!" said the girl.
"I'm listening."
"There is only one thing to be done, and it has got to be done at once: go you to the place of that rich man and take the things away from his house and bury them back again in the place they were buried. If you want any help I'll go with you myself."
Mac Cann's thumb wandered to his chin and a sound as of filing was heard while he rubbed it. His voice was quite changed as he replied:
"Begor!" said he.
"You're full of fun," said he, thoughtfully. He covered his mouth with his hand then and stared thoughtfully down the road.
"Will you do that?" said Mary.
He thumped a hand heavily on her shoulder.
"I will so, and I do wonder that I didn't think of it myself, for it's the thing that ought to be done."
And now as they marched the atmosphere had changed; there was once more peace or the precursor of it; from Mac Cann a tempered happiness radiated as of old: he looked abroad without misgiving and he looked at his daughter with the cynical kindliness habitual to him. They trod so for a little time arranging their thoughts, then: