Caeltia held out his hand and Mac Cann put his own into it.
While their hands were together Patsy was seized with compunction—he drew the seraph aside a few paces:
"Listen!" said he. "I played a trick on you the time I was taking the money out of my pocket to throw it away."
"Yes?" said Caeltia.
"I let one of the gold pieces slip through my fingers, and it's lying at the bottom of my pocket at this minute, but I'll throw it away, mister honey, if you say so."
Caeltia looked at him, and a smile of great contentment crept over his lips.
"If I were you," said he, "I'd keep it."
Mac Cann nodded at him very solemnly:
"I'll keep it," said he earnestly, "and I'll spend it."
Caeltia then said his adieus to the others, and he tramped up the hill with the spade balanced in his hand.