“If it was as far as Kilgorman,” said I, “we’d meet the tide coming in, and then it would be a hard sea to weather.”
“Kilgorman!” said she, catching at the name; “were you ever there, Barry?”
“Once,” said I guiltily, “when I should not have been. And I suffered for it.”
“How? what happened?”
“Indeed, Miss Kit; it’s not for the likes of you to hear; and his honour would be mad if he knew of it.”
“You think I’m a tell-tale,” said she. “I’m your mistress, and I order you to tell me.”
“Faith, then, I saw a ghost, mistress!”
She laughed, and pleasant the sound was amid the noise of the storm.
“You won’t make me believe you’re such a fool as that,” said she. “It’s only wicked people who see ghosts.”
“Sure, then, I’m thinking it’ll be long till you see one, Miss Kit. But mind now; we must put her a little away from the wind to make Knockowen. Sit fast, and don’t mind a wave or two.”