"_You_ were not checked for fwhat you did not do, an" made a mock av afther. "Twas for less than that the Tyrone wud ha" sent O"Hara to h.e.l.l, instid av lettin" him go by his own choosin", whin Rafferty shot him,"
retorted Mulvaney.
"And who stopped the Tyrone from doing it?" I asked.
"That ould fool who"s sorry he didn"t stick the pig Mullins." His head dropped again. When he raised it he shivered and put his hands on the shoulders of his two companions.
"Ye"ve walked the Divil out av me, bhoys," said he.
Ortheris shot out the red-hot dottel of his pipe on the back of the hairy fist. "They say "Ell"s "otter than that," said he, as Mulvaney swore aloud. "You be warned so. Look yonder!"--he pointed across the river to a ruined temple--"Me an" you an" _"im_"-he indicated me by a jerk of his head--"was there one day when Hi made a bloomin" show o" myself. You an"
"im stopped me doin" such--an" Hi was on"y wishful for to desert. You are makin" a bigger bloomin" show o" yourself now."
"Don"t mind him, Mulvaney," I said; "Dinah Shadd won"t let you hang yourself yet awhile, and you don"t intend to try it either. Let"s hear about the Tyrone and O"Hara. Rafferty shot him for fooling with his wife.
What happened before that?"
"There"s no fool like an ould fool. You know you can do anythin" wid me whin I"m talkin". Did I say I wud like to cut Mullins"s liver out? I deny the imputashin, for fear that Orth"ris here wud report me--Ah! You wud tip me into the river, wud you? Sit quiet, little man. Anyways, Mullins is not worth the trouble av an extry p"rade, an" I will trate him wid outrajis contimpt. The Tyrone an" O"Hara! O"Hara an" the Tyrone, begad! Ould days are hard to bring back into the mouth, but they"re always inside the head."
Followed a long pause.
"O"Hara was a Divil. Though I saved him, for the honor av the rig"mint, from his death that time, I say it now. He was a Divil--a long, bould, black-haired Divil."
"Which way?" asked Ortheris,
"Women."
"Then I know another."
"Not more than in reason, if you mane me, ye warped walkin"-shtick. I have been young, an" for why should I not have tuk what I cud? Did I iver, whin I was Corp"ril, use the rise av my rank--wan step an" that taken away, more"s the sorrow an" the fault av me!--to prosecute a nefarious inthrigue, as O"Hara did? Did I, whin I was Corp"ril, lay my spite upon a man an" make his life a dog"s life from day to day? Did I lie, as O"Hara lied, till the young wans in the Tyrone turned white wid the fear av the Judgment av G.o.d killin" thim all in a lump, as ut killed the woman at Devizes? I did not! I have sinned my sins an" I have made my confesshin, an" Father Victor knows the worst av me. O"Hara was tuk, before he cud spake, on Rafferty"s doorstep, an" no man knows the worst av him. But this much I know!
"The Tyrone was recruited any fashion in the ould days. A draf from Connemara--a draf from Portsmouth--a draf from Kerry, an" that was a blazin" bad draf--here, there and iverywhere--but the large av thim was Oirish--Black Oirish. Now there are Oirish an" Oirish. The good are good as the best, but the bad are wurrst than the wurrst. "Tis this way. They clog together in pieces as fast as thieves, an" no wan knows fwhat they will do till wan turns informer an" the gang is bruk. But ut begins again, a day later, meetin" in holes an" corners an" swearin" b.l.o.o.d.y oaths an"
shtickin" a man in the back an" runnin" away, an" thin waitin" for the blood-money on the reward papers--to see if ut"s worth enough. Those are the Black Oirish, an" "tis they that bring dishgrace upon the name av Oireland, an" thim I wud kill--as I nearly killed wan wanst.
"But to reshume. My room--"twas before I was married--was wid twelve av the sc.u.m av the earth--the pickin"s av the gutter--mane men that wud neither laugh nor talk nor yet get dhrunk as a man shud. They thried some av their dog"s thricks on me, but I dhrew a line round my cot, an" the man that thransgressed ut wint into hospital for three days good.
"O"Hara had put his spite on the room--he was my Color Sargint--an"
nothin" cud we do to plaze him. I was younger than I am now, an" I tuk what I got in the way av dressing down and punishmint-dhrill wid my tongue in my cheek. But it was diff"rint wid the others, an" why I cannot say, excipt that some men are borrun mane an" go to dhirty murdher where a fist is more than enough. Afther a whoile, they changed their chune to me an"
was desp"rit frien"ly--all twelve av thim cursin" O"Hara in chorus.
""Eyah," sez I, "O"Hara"s a divil an" I"m not for denyin" ut, but is he the only man in the wurruld? Let him go. He"ll get tired av findin" our kit foul an" our "coutrements onproperly kep"."
""We will _not_ let him go," sez they.
""Thin take him," sez I, "an" a dashed poor yield you will get for your throuble."
""Is he not misconductin" himself wid Slimmy"s wife?" sez another.
""She"s common to the rig"mint," sez I. "Fwhat has made ye this partic"lar on a suddint?"
""Has he not put his spite on the roomful av us? Can we do anythin" that he will not check us for?" sez another.
""That"s thrue," sez I.
""Will ye not help us to do aught," sez another--"a big bould man like you?"
""I will break his head upon his shoulthers av he puts hand on me," sez I.
"I will give him the lie av he says that I"m dhirty, an" I wud not mind duckin" him in the Artillery troughs if ut was not that I"m thryin" for my shtripes."
""Is that all ye will do?" sez another. "Have ye no more s.p.u.n.k than that, ye blood-dhrawn calf?"
""Blood-dhrawn I may be," sez I, gettin" back to my cot an" makin" my line round ut; "but ye know that the man who comes acrost this mark will be more blood-dhrawn than me. No man gives me the name in my mouth," I sez.
"Ondersthand, I will have no part wid you in anythin" ye do, nor will I raise my fist to my shuperior. Is any wan comin" on?" sez I.
"They made no move, tho" I gave them full time, but stud growlin" an"
snarlin" together at wan ind av the room. I tuk up my cap and wint out to Canteen, thinkin" no little av mesilf, and there I grew most ondacintly dhrunk in my legs. My head was all reasonable.
""Houligan," I sez to a man in E Comp"ny that was by way av bein" a frind av mine; "I"m overtuk from the belt down. Do you give me the touch av your shoulther to presarve my formation an" march me acrost the ground into the high gra.s.s. I"ll sleep ut off there," sez I; an" Houligan--he"s dead now, but good he was while he lasted--walked wid me, givin" me the touch whin I wint wide, ontil we came to the high gra.s.s, an", my faith, the sky an" the earth was fair rowlin" undher me. I made for where the gra.s.s was thickust, an" there I slep" off my liquor wid an easy conscience. I did not desire to come on books too frequent; my characther havin" been shpotless for the good half av a year.
"Whin I roused, the dhrink was dyin" out in me, an" I felt as though a she-cat had littered in my mouth. I had not learned to hould my liquor wid comfort in thim days. "Tis little betther I am now. "I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head," thinks I, an" I wud ha" risen, but I heard some wan say: "Mulvaney can take the blame av ut for the backslidin" hound he is."
""Oho!" sez I, an" my head rang like a guard-room gong: "fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige Tim Vulmea?" For "twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
"I turned on my belly an" crawled through the gra.s.s, a bit at a time, to where the s.p.a.che came from. There was the twelve av my room sittin" down in a little patch, the dhry gra.s.s wavin" above their heads an" the sin av black murdher in their hearts. I put the stuff aside to get a clear view.
""Fwhat"s that?" sez wan man, jumpin" up.
""A dog," says Vulmea. "You"re a nice hand to this job! As I said, Mulvaney will take the blame--av ut comes to a pinch."
"""Tis harrd to swear a man"s life away," sez a young wan.
""Thank ye for that," thinks I. "Now, fwhat the divil are you paragins conthrivin" against me?"
"""Tis as easy as dhrinkin" your quart," sez Vulmea. "At seven or thereon, O"Hara will come acrost to the Married Quarters, goin" to call on Slimmy"s wife, the swine! Wan av us"ll pa.s.s the wurrd to the room an" we shtart the divil an" all av a shine--laughin" an" crackin" on an" t"rowin" our boots about. Thin O"Hara will come to give us the ordher to be quiet, the more by token bekaze the room-lamp will be knocked over in the larkin". He will take the straight road to the ind door where there"s the lamp in the veranda, an" that"ll bring him clear against the light as he shtands. He will not be able to look into the dhark. Wan av us will loose off, an" a close shot ut will be, an" shame to the man that misses. "Twill be Mulvaney"s rifle, she that that is at the head av the rack--there"s no mistakin" long-shtocked, cross-eyed b.i.t.c.h even in the dhark."
"The thief misnamed my ould firin"-piece out av jealousy--I was pershuaded av that--an" ut made me more angry than all.
"But Vulmea goes on: "O"Hara will dhrop, an" by the time the light"s lit again, there"ll be some six av us on the chest av Mulvaney, cryin" murdher an" rape. Mulvaney"s cot is near the ind door, an" the shmokin" rifle will be lyin" undher him whin we"ve knocked him over. We know, an" all the rig"mint knows, that Mulvaney has given O"Hara more lip than any man av us. Will there be any doubt at the Coort-martial? Wud twelve honust sodger-bhoys swear away the life av a dear, quiet, swate-timpered man such as is Mulvaney--wid his line av pipe-clay roun" his cot, threatenin" us wid murdher av we overshtepped ut, as we can truthful testify?"
""Mary, Mother av Mercy!" thinks I to mesilf; "it is this to have an unruly number an" fistes fit to use! Oh the sneakin" hounds!"
"The big dhrops ran down my face, for I was wake wid the liquor an" had not the full av my wits about me. I laid shtill an" heard thim workin"
themselves up to swear my life by tellin" tales av ivry time I had put my mark on wan or another; an" my faith, they was few that was not so dishtinguished. "Twas all in the way av fair fight, though, for niver did I raise my hand excipt whin they had provoked me to ut.
""Tis all well," sez wan av thim, "but who"s to do this shootin"?"
""Fwhat matther?" sez Vulmea. "Tis Mulvaney will do that--at the Coort-martial."
""He will so," sez the man, "but whose hand is put to the trigger--_in the room?"_
""Who"ll do ut?" sez Vulmea, lookin" round, but divil a man answeared.