"What arms have you?" she then asked.
"A .32 revolver and a Howth rifle."
"Have you ammunition for them?"
"Some. Perhaps enough."
I then turned to the scout who was to carry my father's rifle and bandolier to Liberty Hall, and said, "We'd better go now." Saying "Slán libh" ("Health with ye") we left the room. On our way to the door we heard a heavy rap at it. I ran forward and opened it. Judge of my surprise to see two detectives standing outside.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"The Countess de Markievicz."
"Wait," I said and closed the door.
Running back to the room I said, "Madame, there are two detectives at the door. They say they want you."
All the boys looked to their revolvers, and the boy who had my father's rifle said, "I hope I'll be able to get these down to Mr. Connolly."