John. Case or no case it doesn't seem to matter. What sort of case had Jennie Black against John McArdle, of Slaney Cross? None. What sort of case had Maggie McAndless against old William Boyd? None at all. I was at both of them trials and says to Pat McAleenan—"the girl has no case at all!" But for all that they brought in a verdict for one hundred pounds against McArdle, and they put two hundred against old Boyd, and nearly broke the two of them.
Daniel. It's very awkward this.
John. Did you do anything, Daniel about the bellows?
Daniel. The bellows? Aye. (He points at the parcel.) A good deal, John. It's all there. But it's all not quite settled yet. A day or two more and you'll see. If all goes well I'll have a great surprise for you in a day or two.
John (disgustedly). Ach! I suppose you spent every ha'penny of the money, too, that I gave you?
Daniel. John. Another surprise for you! Those people I met and went to, put me up very cheap for the week. Very cheap. (He produces some money.) Therees one pound ten and sixpence for you.
John. What?
Daniel. I'll keep the pound to do me to the end of the month and not ask you for any more, John, after that. That is if—well—(He looks at the parcel.) That thing there is all right.
John (pocketing the ten and sixpence after counting it carefully). Daniel. I'm sorry, but there's an account of some thirty shillings I owe the McArdles, and I want to pay it the night. So if you don't mind—(He holds out his hand.)
Daniel (unwillingly). Well, I suppose it can't be helped, John. But it leaves me just with nothing. However, there you are. (He hands the pound over to him. Sam Brown opens the yard door and peeps in cautiously.)