"I do play on the concertina before the houses, and the people give me coppers. I travel from place to place every day, and I'm as happy as a bird on a bough, for I've no worries and I worry no one."
"What did become of the money?" said Patsy.
"I'm thinking now that it might have been fairy gold, and, if it was, nobody could touch it."
"So," said Mac Cann, "that's the sort of boys they were?"
"That's the sort."
"And one of them was your own Guardian Angel!"
"He said that."
"And what was the other one?"
"I don't know, but I do think that he was a spook."
Patsy turned to Finaun: