As it was, we could now run straight for home, and a few minutes would see us alongside the little pier of Knockowen.
I helped her back to her seat beside me, and drew the tarpaulin around her.
Her face, which had been anxious enough for a while, cleared as suddenly as the wind had shifted.
“I declare, Barry, I was afraid just now.”
“So you might be; and no shame to you for it,” said I.
“Are you ever afraid?” said she.
“Ay, I was at Kilgorman that night.”
Again she laughed.
“I’d as soon be afraid of a real peril as of a silly fancy,” said she. “I mean to go and see Kilgorman one day.”
“Not with my good-will, mistress,” said I.