"And I"ll take devilish good care you"re not asked," said McKeon: "but now, boys, as I fear the Major"s hardly up to it, I"ll dispose of the prizes. Come, which shall I put up first? which was drawn first?"
"Your own mare, Tony; Gayner got Playful at the first start."
"Well, gentlemen, here"s the mare Playful. I believe I"m to say all the good I can about her, and upon my word she doesn"t want spirit."
Here he whispered Gayner, whom he told to bid for themselves conjointly. "Come, gentlemen, what do you offer? people say she"s wicked, but she"ll not kick you if you don"t come in her reach. She can go if she likes, and she can, I suppose, if she likes, stand still; but upon my soul, I never saw her to do so in the field."
"I"ll say thirty shillings, Tony," said Bob.
"Five and thirty," said young Brown.
"Two pounds," said Bob.
"I"ll not go beyond that," said Brown.
"Two pounds--who"ll give more than two pounds for Playful? Gentlemen, the horses are all favourites, and the pool will consequently be a large one. Who"ll give more than two pounds? Bob, you"ve got the mare; hand me two pound, and hand yourself two more."
Then Brickbat and Miss Fidget were sold, both at good prices; for the horse had won the last race at Tuam, and that put him up in the market, in spite of Bob"s vile comparison between him and his owner"s bullocks; and the mare was a favourite among the Roscommon gentry, who knew little Larry could ride when he meant it.
Kickie-wickie was the next put up, but in spite of all that had been said about her by her gallant owner, she was in very little request, and was purchased cheap.
Thunderer fetched a good price; Galway horses always do; and it was easy to see that Nicholas Blake was in earnest, and Nick was a man that wouldn"t come from Loughrea to Carrick-on-Shannon, and lose a day with the Galway dogs for nothing; George Brown made the purchase, for if anything could beat Conqueror it was Thunderer.
Then came Conqueror, and bidding began in earnest. George offered two pound to frighten the field; but both Larry Kelly and McKeon wanted to hedge, and they raised the price against each other by half crowns, till at last little Larry Kelly got the winner, that was to be, for three pound ten, much to Gayner"s satisfaction, who felt no such confidence in George Brown"s invincibility, and was very glad to see the pool increased by those who did.
When Crom-a-boo was put up--his owner rashly offered five shillings--for which sum he was allowed to retain him. He could not, however, comprehend that, because he had bid five, he was to pay ten--however, he had to do it, and began to find that the pleasures of the turf were not entirely unalloyed.
The Strokestown garron did not create much emulation, but Peter Dillon, knowing that though Pat had only one eye, that one was a good one, and that he wouldn"t lose the race for want of hard work and patience, and having little Larry"s three pound ten in his pocket to back him, at length doubled Keegan"s offer of half-a-crown which he made to keep his own ticket, and Diana was knocked down to him at the same price that Crom-a-boo had fetched.
Then the fun grew fast and furious, and calls for hot water and spirits were loud and incessant.
"By the holy poker, boys, I"m thirsty after that," said McKeon; "you should stand me a bottle of champagne among ye, no less--just to take the dryness out of my throat, before I begin drinking."
"Champagne, indeed, Tony; wouldn"t a bucket of brandy and water serve you?"
"Indeed, Fitz, if you"re to pay for it yourself, a mouthful of brandy and water wouldn"t be a bad thing--for I want something more than ordinary afther that work. Ah! Conner, it was the bidding afther that mare of your"s that broke my heart entirely--why, man, you see, every one wanted her."
"Niver mind, Mr. McKeon, niver mind!" said Pat, with his one eye fixed on his punch. "She"s a nice, good, easy creature, anyway.
I don"t have to be sending a boy down through the rack to be cleaning her, as they say you do with the one you"re going to start to-morrow--pray G.o.d she don"t kill any of us, that"s all."
"Pray G.o.d she don"t, Pat, and especially you. Well, Fitz, where"s this brandy and water you"re talking about?"
"To hear Tony talking," said little Larry, "one would think he didn"t drink this week; when he got a sup at every bid that was made, and finished a tumbler as every horse was knocked down; why that was eight tumblers of punch!"
"Water, Larry, all water to clear my throat--ask the waiter else."
"It"s little of that cure you take, I"m thinking--waiter, bring some tobacco here."
And now the party began smoking as well as drinking; and an atmosphere was formed, which soon drove the Major out of the room--not, however, before McKeon implored him to stay just for one handicap, as he wanted to challenge the bay gelding he drove under his gig; and as the Major was waiting for his hat, Tony threw a shilling on the table.
"Come, Major, cover that, just for luck; I must have a shy at that gig horse; I want him for Mrs. McKeon"s car. Come, I"ll tell you every beast I"ve got, and you may choose from them all, from the mare that"s to win to-morrow, down to the flock of turkeys that"s in the yard at Drumsna."
But the Major was inexorable; he thought the 40 and the red coat which he had had to buy for to-morrow"s use, together with the hard work he had to do, was enough for popularity; and may be he had heard of Tony"s celebrity in a knock, and he did not wish to sacrifice his own nag, for a chance selection out of those in McKeon"s yard, nor yet for a flock of turkeys.
However, though the Major wouldn"t join in a handicap, others would--and McKeon wasn"t baulked of his amus.e.m.e.nt. Men soon had their hands in their pockets, waiting the awards of the arbiter, which were speedily p.r.o.nounced; and various and detailed were the descriptions given of the brutes which were intended to change hands; but not in general such as made those who got them satisfied with their bargains, when they afterwards became acquainted with their real merits.
Peter Dillon threw away sundry shillings in endeavouring to part with the Mayo colt, but either he had been there before with the same kind of cattle, or he priced him too high; he couldn"t get his money for him, either from little Larry Kelly, or his elder brother who was there.
Tony, before the evening was over, gave the Boyle officers two or three most desperate bargains. First, he got the celebrated mare Kickie-wickie for a pair of broken down gig horses, to run tandem: engaged to go quiet and not kick in harness. They couldn"t be warranted sound: but then, as Tony said, what horse could? and he was so particular--he would never say a horse was sound, unless he knew it; in fact, he never warranted a horse sound; which was true enough, for Tony knew no one would take his warrant; and then when the Captain was in the first fit of grief for Kickie-wickie, some good-natured friend having told him that the two gig horses weren"t worth a feed of oats, Tony gave her back again for a good hack hunter, and a sum of money to boot, about the real value of the mare.
Again, late in the evening--when the punch had made further inroads upon the poor warrior"s brain--he gave him back his own hunter for the two gig horses and a further sum of money: from all which it will be seen by those who understand the art, that the officer from Boyle could not have made a great deal, and that Tony McKeon could not be much out of pocket.
This fun continued till about two, when half the party were too drunk to care about winning and losing--and the other half, mostly consisting of the married men, too wary to attempt business with those as knowing as themselves. Gayner and Brown had gone home to bed, as they had to be up and walk ten miles before breakfast, with their great coats on; after which, as Gayner had told Mrs. McKeon, he would trouble her for the loan of two feather beds, and three or four buckets of turf; as he thought that after laying between them for an hour or so before a roaring fire, and then being rubbed down with flannels by Tony and his two men, there was little doubt but he"d be able to ride 11 stone 4; and he was to be up at that weight on the next day.
Keegan had become very drunk and talkative, had offered to sing two or three songs, to make two or three speeches, and had ultimately fallen backwards, on his chair being drawn away, from which position he was unable to get up, and little Larry"s brother was now amiably engaged painting his face with lampblack. Mrs. Keegan the while was sitting in her cold, dark, little back parlour, meditating the awful punishment to be visited on the delinquent when he did return home.
Vain woman, there she sat till four, while Hyacinth lay happy beneath the table; nor did he return home, till brought on the waiter"s back, at eight the next morning.
Pat was winking with his one eye, and nodding on his chair, with his pipe still stuck in his mouth. Little Larry was laughing till he cried at his brother"s performance. Peter Dillon and young Fitzpatrick, each with a whiskey bottle in his hand, were guarding the door, at which Stark, the unfortunate owner of Crom-a-boo, was vainly endeavouring to make his exit, which he was a.s.sured he should not be allowed to do till he had sung a song standing on the sideboard. And the younger son of Mars, conquered by tobacco and whiskey, was leaning his unfortunate head on the table, and deluging Keegan"s feet with the shower which he was unable to restrain.
Ussher was detailing in half drunken glee to his friend Fred Brown, George"s brother, his plan for carrying off poor Feemy; and Brown, always as he said, ready to help a friend in necessity, was offering him the loan of his gig to take her as far as Longford, at which place he could arrive in time to catch the mail, if he could manage to take Feemy away from Ballycloran immediately after sunset. "And I"ll send a boy to bring the gig back from Longford," added Fred, "so you"ll have no trouble at all; and I"ll tell you what it is, you"re taking the prettiest girl out of County Leitrim with you--so here"s her health."
Tony, Nicholas Blake, and Greenough were the only three left who were still able to drink steadily, and they kept at it till about four, when they all agreed, that if they meant to do any good at all to-morrow, they"d better be getting to bed; they consequently took one tumbler more, because it was to be the last, and made towards the door, out of which Stark had at length escaped, after having a bottle of whiskey poured over his head. As they pa.s.sed the Captain, who was snoring against the wall, McKeon slightly touched his foot with his toe, and said to Blake, "Well; if I was as soft as that fellow, I"d have my head boiled in a pudding-bag. By gad, the Colonel oughtn"t to let him out without his nurse."
"You oughtn"t to talk then, Tony, for you didn"t make a bad thing of him to-night."
"Oh, d----n his money," said McKeon; "I"d much sooner be without such a fellow. I"d sooner by half have a bargain with a man that knew how to take care of himself, than a greenhorn, who"d let you rob him of his eyes without seeing you."
By this time they"d got to the front door, at which was now standing Tony"s buggy and servant; Greenough was going to walk to his lodgings, and Blake had come to the door to see his friend off; when they heard a loud shrieking down the street, and they saw the unfortunate Stark running towards the hotel, still followed by Fitzpatrick and Dillon, each with an empty bottle in his hand.
When he had escaped from the inn, his persecutors had followed him, still swearing that he should sing. Stark had run towards his home, but before he got there his pursuers headed him in the street and turned him back, and now as he rushed along, half blinded by the spirits in his eyes, they followed him, whooping and yelling like two insane devils, and were just catching him near the door of the hotel, when poor Stark, striking his foot against the curb stone, fell violently on his face, and Dillon, who was just behind him, stumbled and fell upon him.
"Halloo, Fitzpatrick, is that you?" said Tony, "what in G----d"s name are you doing with that poor devil? I believe you and Dillon have killed him."
By this time Dillon had got up; and McKeon and Blake together helped the other man to his feet; his wrath was by this time thoroughly kindled, and he was swearing all manner of vengeance against Fitzpatrick--the other man"s name he did not know. They, contented with their sport, carried the decanters, wonderful to relate, unbroken in triumph into the hotel,--and McKeon, bidding the boy to bring the gig after him, helped Stark, whose face was dreadfully bleeding, to his home, trying to console him, and a.s.suring him that the mischief was all owing to Dillon, and that Fitzpatrick, who was a neighbour and friend of Tony"s, had had little or nothing to do with it; and having left him at his hall-door, he drove quietly home to his own house, and went soberly to bed.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW PAT BRADY AND JOE REYNOLDS WERE ELOQUENT IN VAIN.
The day after Ussher had obtained Feemy"s consent to go off with him, she pa.s.sed in the same manner as she had that afternoon--sometimes sitting quiet with her eyes fixed on vacancy--sometimes sobbing and crying, as though she must have fallen into an hysterical fit. Once or twice she attempted to make some slight preparation for her visit to Mrs. McKeon"s, such as looking through her clothes, mending them, &c., but in fact she did nothing. The next day, Sunday, she spent in the same manner; she omitted going to ma.s.s, a thing she had not done for years, unless kept at home by very bad weather, or real illness; she never took up a book, nor spoke a word, except such as she could not possibly avoid, to the servant or her father. Of Thady she saw nothing, except at her meals, and then they took no notice of each other. They had not spoken since the night when Thady had upbraided her whilst walking in the lane with Ussher.
On the Monday morning she was obliged to exert herself, for she had to pack the little trunk that was to carry her ball-room finery to Mrs. McKeon"s, and prepare everything that was necessary for her visit.
Biddy, the favourite of the two girls, had once or twice asked her mistress what ailed her, and whether she was ill; but Feemy only answered her crossly that she was bothered with that horrid headache, and the girl could only believe that either this was actually the case, or else that she had quarrelled with her lover; and as it was now three days since he had been at Ballycloran, she at last determined that this was the case.