For a space Ben Cooper and Paddy Burk sat their horses in the cold road, and stared at the house which showed the green light.
“Well,” said Ben, “there it is! At least our one-legged friend was no dealer in untruths.”
Paddy wagged his head.
“No,” said he, “he was not. But sorra the one of me would trust much to him for all. I didn’t see him, to be sure, but for all that, I take him to be a blackguard.”
“It may be,” said Ben, “that he is that, and perhaps worse than that. But,” and there was a note in the boy’s voice which his companion had come to know, “I rather fancy that there is considerable interest behind what he said; and perhaps we should not pass this place by without giving it a glance.”
“There it is, then,” said Paddy. “There it is before you. So take your glance and let us be off.”
“A glance at the inside,” smiled Ben. “There may be something under that green light which we should know about.”
But Paddy Burk shook his head.
“Better leave it alone,” spoke he.
“What,” said Ben, in a tone of banter, “do you at last pass by a chance for a ‘ruction’?”