CHAPTER XXIX.—Solomon Suffers a Little Retribution
—Requests Widow Lenehan to “Wrestle” for Him—Deaker's Death-Bed—Dies Loyally Whistling the Boyne Water.
The conversation had proceeded thus far, when Lanty Gorman, already spoken of, knocked at the door, and asked to see Mr. M'Clutchy.
Val went to the hall.
“Well, Lanty, what's the matter?—how is your master?”
“Plaise your honor,” said the lad, “I think you ought to go to him; he's at the last gasp, sir; if you'd see the way his face is, and his eyes.”
“He is worse, then?”
“I don't think it's so much sickness, sir, as—”
“As what?”
“As the liquor, your honor; he's at the Glorious Memory, sir, till he's nearly off; he thinks it's the Boyne wather he's drinkin' it in, sir, otherwise I don't b'lieve he'd take so much of it. Sheemus a Cocka and the cart's in the yard, sir; Darby said you wanted them.”