The piece of gold was burning in Patsy's pocket. He turned to Art:
"Well, young boy! there's my hand and good luck be with you; give up racing about and climbing trees and you'll be all right; you've the makings of a good hand on you, and that's a great thing, and you've got the music."
"Good-bye," said Art, and they shook hands.
Eileen Ni Cooley took his hand also, then she and Patsy strode to the cart, and with the donkey they moved down the hill.
Mary stood in front of Art, and she did not look at him; she turned her grave face away, and stared sidewards where the late sunshine drowsed in gold on the rough slopes. She put her hand out to him.
He took her hand and held it between his own; he raised it to his lips and he held it there pressing against his mouth.
He dropped it, and stood back a pace staring at her; he struck his hands together in a wild movement; he turned and ran swiftly after his companions.
These two had never spoken to each other.
Near the top of the hill he came on Finaun and Caeltia, and the three went together.
In a little they reached the point in the road where they had slept during their first night on earth, and where they had eaten their first meal on a sunny morning. Distant a few paces they saw the tree.