"Aw! Aw! Aw!" he answered....
"Like a stuck pig!" thought Henry. "Squealing like a stuck pig!"
His head was rolling, but he was able to walk. "He's not much hurt," Henry murmured to himself, "but he's damned frightened."
"Aw, what did ye do it for? Aw! Aw! Aw!..."
"Take him to the hospital!..."
They led him a little way towards the hospital of St. Vincent de Paul, and then, for some reason, changed their minds, and took him into the Park. It was difficult now to see what was happening. There was a derelict tram near the club, and beyond that, still pawing at the ground, was the wounded horse....
"Why don't they shoot the poor beast!" Henry exclaimed.
But it would not enter their minds to put the animal out of pain. They were Catholics, and Catholic peoples, the world over, are cruel to beasts. Too intent on pitying their own souls, to have pity on animals....
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He closed the shutters and turned on the light. "I wonder where John is?" he thought as he did so. "This is why he couldn't come to Glendalough with me. What the hell does he think he's going to gain by it?" He glanced about the room. "It's damned odd," he said aloud, "but I don't feel frightened. I should have thought I'd feel scared.... Of course, as there was going to be a rebellion, I'm rather glad I'm here to see it!"