Humours of Irish Life Part 40

He got himself back to the same spot, near the calves, to see what would happen. After a time, he saw Heffernan coming back, and little Barney Maguire with him. A very decent boy Barney was, quiet and agreeable; never too anxious for work, but very knowledgable about how things should be done, from a wake to a sheep-shearing. Heffernan always liked to have Barney with him at a fair.

The two of them stood near the calves, careless-like, as if they took no interest in them at all.

A dealer came up.

"How much for them calves? Not that I'm in need of the like," says he.

"n.o.body wants you to take them, so," says Barney, "but the price is three pounds ... or was it guineas you're after saying, Mr. Heffernan?"

Heffernan said nothing, and the dealer spoke up very fierce; "Three pounds! Put thirty s.h.i.+llings on them, and I'll be talking to ye!"

Mickey again only looked at his adviser, and says Barney, "Thirty s.h.i.+llings! 'Tis you that's bidding wide, this day! May the Lord forgive you! Is it wanting a present you are of the finest calves in Ardenoo?"

Heffernan swelled out with delight at that; as if Barney's word could make his calves either better or worse.

"Wasn't it fifty-seven and sixpence you're after telling me you were offered only yesterday, Mr. Heffernan," says Barney, "just for the small ones of the lot?"

"Och! I dare say! don't you?" says the dealer; "the woman that owns you it was that made you that bid, to save your word!"

Poor Mickey! and he hadn't a woman at all! The dealer of course being strange couldn't know that, nor why Hughie gave a laugh out of him.

But that didn't matter. Mickey took no notice. A man that's a bit "thick" escapes many a prod that another would feel sharp. So in all things you can see how them that are afflicted are looked after in some little way we don't know.

The dealer looked at the calves again.

"Troth, I'm thinking it's the wrong ones yous have here! Yous must have forgotten them fine three-pound calves at home!"

And Mickey began looking very anxiously at them, as he thought maybe he had made some mistake.

"Them calves," says the dealer, slowly, "isn't like a pretty girl, that everyone will be looking to get! And, besides, they're no size! A terrible small calf they are!"

"Small!" said Barney, "It's too big they are! And if they're little itself, what harm! Isn't a mouse the prettiest animal you might ask to see?"

"Ay, it is," says the dealer, "but it'll take a power of mice to stock a farm!" and off with him in a real pa.s.sion--by the way of.

But Barney knew better than to mind. The dealer came back, and at long last the calves were sold and paid for. Then the lucky-penny had to be given. Hard-set Barney was to get Heffernan to do that. In the end Mickey was so bothered over it that he dropped a s.h.i.+lling just where Hughie was standing leaning his weight on the one crutch as usual.

As quick as a flash, he had the other up, and made a kind of a lurch forward, as if to look for the money. But he managed to get the second crutch down upon the s.h.i.+lling, to hide it; and then he looked round about the ground as innocent as a child, as if he was striving his best to find the money for Mickey.

"Where should it be, at all, at all?" says Mickey; "bewitched it should be, to say it's gone like that!"

And Heffernan, standing there with his mouth open, looked as if he had lost all belonging to him. Then he began searching about a good piece off from where the s.h.i.+lling fell.

"It's not there you'll get it!" said Barney, "sure you ought always look for a thing where you lost it!"

He went over to Hughie.

"None of your tricks, now! It's you has Mr. Heffernan's money, and let you give it up to him!"

"Is it me have it? Sure if I had, what would I do, only hand it over to the man that owns it!" says Hughie.

On the word, he let himself down upon the ground, and slithered over on top of the s.h.i.+lling.

But, quick and all as he was, Barney was quicker.

"Sure, you have it there, you vagabone, you! Give it up, and get off out of this with yourself!"

And he caught Hughie a clip on the side of the head that sent him sprawling on the broad of his back. And there, right enough, under him, was the s.h.i.+lling.

So Barney picked it up, and for fear of any other mistake, he handed it to the dealer.

"It's an ugly turn whatever, to be knocking a poor cripple about that-a-way!" said the dealer, dropping the lucky-penny into his pocket.

"Ach, how poor he is, and let him be crippled, itself!" says Barney; "it's easy seeing you're strange to Ardenoo, or you'd not be compa.s.sionating Hughie so tender!"

No more was said then, only in the tent with them again to wet the bargain. Hughie gathered himself up. He was in the divil's own temper.

Small blame to him, too! Let alone the disappointment about the s.h.i.+lling, and the knock Barney gave him, the people all had a laugh at him. And he liked that as little as the next one. You'd think he'd curse down the stars out of the skies this time, the way he went on.

And it wasn't Barney's clout he cared about, half as much as Mickey's meanness. It was that had him so mad. He felt he must pay Heffernan out.

He considered a bit; then he gave his leg a slap.

"I have it now!" he said to himself.

He beckoned two young boys up to him, that were striving to sell a load of cabbage plants they had there upon the donkey's back, and getting bad call for them.

"It's a poor trade yous are doing to-day," said Hughie; "and I was thinking in meself yous should be very dry. You wouldn't care to earn the price of a pint?"

"How could we?" says the boys.

"I'll tell you! Do you see that car?" and Hughie pointed to where Heffernan had left his yoke drawn up, and the old mare cropping a bit as well as she could, being tied by the head; "well, anyone that will pull the linch-pin out of the wheel, on the far side of the car, needn't be without tuppence to wet his whistle...." and Hughie gave a rattle to a few coppers he had left in his pocket.

"Yous'll have to be smart about it, too," said he, "or maybe whoever owns that car will have gone off upon it, afore yous have time to do the primest bit of fun that ever was seen upon this fair green!"

"Whose is the car?"

"Och, if I know!" says Hughie; "but what matter for that? One man is as good as another at the bottom of a ditch! ay, and better. It will be the height of divars.h.i.+n to see the roll-off they'll get below there at the foot of the hill...."

"Maybe they'd get hurted!" said the boys.

"Hurted, how-are-ye!" says Hughie; "how could anyone get hurted so simple as that? I'd be the last in the world to speak of such a thing in that case! But if yous are afraid of doing it...."

"Afraid! that's queer talk to be having!" says one of them, very stiff, for like all boys, he thought nothing so bad as to have "afraid" said to him; "no, but we're ready to do as much as the next one!"

"I wouldn't doubt yiz!" said Hughie; "h-away with the two of you, now!

Only mind! don't let on a word of this to any sons of man...."

Off they went, and Hughie turned his back on them and the car, and stared at whatever was going on the other end of the fair. He hadn't long to wait, before Heffernan and Barney and the dealer came out of the drink-tent. Hughie took a look at them out of the corner of his eye.