Eileen did put her arm in his, and as they stepped briskly forward she stared at him with eyes that were round with admiration and astonishment.
"Aren't you the queer man, Padraig!" said she.
"I suppose," said Patsy, "that you'll be slipping away from us some time to-night?"
"Not if you want me to stay, Padraig."
They opened a new conversation on that.
CHAPTER XXXV
That day they did not stay their travel, even to eat.
Finaun was urgent, and they ate from their hands as they marched. The ass moved his slender legs briskly, the cart rumbled, and the metals in it clashed and thumped as the wheels jolted on the rutty path.