Whisht, let ye. Here is the priest coming.
FATHER JOHN comes in.
FATHER JOHN.
It is surely not true that he is dead?
JOHNNY.
The spirit went from him about the middle hour of the night. We brought him here to this sheltered place. We were loth to leave him without friends.
FATHER JOHN.
Where is he?
JOHNNY [taking up sacks].
Lying there stiff and stark. He has a very quiet look as if there was no sin at all or no great trouble upon his mind.