“He never heard a word of it,” replied Donnel, “barrin' from yourself.”
“From me!” replied Rody, indignantly; “what do you mane by that?”
“Why, when you went to sound him,” said Donnel, “you let too much out; and Charley was too cute not to see what you wor at.”
“All feathalagh an' nonsense,” replied Eody, who, by the way, entertained a very high opinion of his own sagacity; “no mortal could suspect that there was a plot to rob the house from what I said; but hould,” he added, slapping his knee, as if he had made a discovery, “ma chorp an' dioul, but I have it all.”
“What is it?” said the Prophet, calmly.
“You tould the matther to Sarah, an' she, by coorse, tould it to Charley Hanlon, that she tells everything to.”
“No such thing,” replied the other. “Sarah knows nothing about the robbery that's to go on to-night at the Grange, but she did about the plan upon Mave Sullivan, and promised to help us in it, as I tould you before.”
“Well, at any rate,” replied Duncan, “I'll have nothing to do with this robbery—devil a thing; but I'll make a bargain wid you—if you manage the Grange business, I'll lend a hand in Mave Sullivan's affair.”