Someone
pulled a pistol out of Fingall's pocket and showed it. At that moment
Cynthie came in. She gave a cry. By the holy! I do not want to hear a
cry like that often. She fell on her knees beside the boy, and caught
his head to her breast. Then with a wild look she asked who did it.
They had just taken Fingall out into the bar-room. They did not tell
her his name, for they knew that she loved him.
"'Father,' she said all at once, 'have you killed the man that killed
Fenn?'
"The old man shook his head. There was a sick colour in his face.
"'Then I will kill him,' she said.
"She laid her brother's head down, and stood up. Someone put in her hand
the pistol, and told her it was the same that had killed Fenn. She took
it, and came with us. The old man stood still where he was; he was like
stone. I looked at him for a minute and thought; then I turned round and
went to the bar-room; and he followed. Just as I got inside the door,
I saw the girl start back, and her hand drop, for she saw that it was
Fingall; he was looking at her very strange.
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