"It's a couple of hours to dawn yet," he said, with a sigh. "Then I'll be going."
CHAPTER XXVIII
Conal himself, on the road, met Davey behind Maitland's slowly moving, scraggy, high-ribbed cattle.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked, striding into Farrel's kitchen. "That kid of Cameron's—"
"Wanted a job," the Schoolmaster said. "He's quarrelled with his father."
"Does he know the game?"
The Schoolmaster nodded, staring over his pipe into the fire.
Conal threw off his hat. His eyes were blazing. The breath throbbed against the bare throat down which his beard climbed.
"Do you mean to say, you—"