"But you're doubting," Asgill rejoined—and he laughed as he spoke—"that it would not be in your favour, my lad."
"Devil a bit do I doubt it!" James said.
"No, but in a minute you will," Asgill answered. And stooping from his saddle—after he had assured himself that his groom was out of earshot—he talked for some minutes in a low tone. When he raised his head again he clapped The McMurrough on the shoulder. "There!" he said, "now won't that be doing the trick for you?"
"It's clever," James answered, with a cruel gleam in his eyes. "It is d—d clever! The old devil himself couldn't be beating it by the length of his hoof! But——"
"What's amiss with it?"
"A will's revocable," James said, with a cunning look. "And what he can do once he can do twice."
"Sorrow a doubt of that, too, if you're innocent enough to let him make one! But you're not, my lad. No; the will first, and then——" Luke Asgill did not finish the sentence, but he grinned. "Anything else amiss with it?" he asked.
"No. But the devil a bit do I see why you bring Flavvy into it?"
"Don't you?"
"I do not."