Convent walls,
Screws and rack.
Women walkin' in procession,
Cravin' for a dead man's blessin',
Weepin' eyes, wailin' cries,
Lonely, lonely, oal alone."
"Stop," I cried; "stop, I'll have none of that here."
"Aw, aw," chuckled Eli; "mawther ded zee, mawther ded zee. Never mind, little Eli 'll git the hosses then—aw, we sh'll 'ave braave times, we shall!" And he burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
I must confess that he made me shudder, especially as I remembered how much depended on our actions during the next twenty-four hours.
Presently he became more grave, more cautious, and when he had had his breakfast, started to get horses.