They had not called him brother since they left home till that moment.
“Who will go in the basket now?” said Lawn Dyarrig when it was finished and the gad tied to it.
“Who but me?” said Ur. “I am sure, brothers, if I see anything to frighten me you’ll draw me up.”
“We will,” said the other two.
He went in, but had not gone far when he cried to pull him up again.
“By my father, and the tooth of my father, and by all that is in Erin, dead or alive, I would not give one other sight on Terrible Valley!” he cried, when he stepped out of the basket.
“Who will go now?” said Lawn Dyarrig.
“Who will go but me?” answered Arthur.
Whatever length Ur went, Arthur didn’t go the half of it.
“By my father, and the tooth of my father, I wouldn’t give another look at Terrible Valley for all that’s in Erin, dead or alive!”