"That woman's no
slouch, or I don't know 'em. One thing ye can bet yer bottom
dollar on--all h--- can't scare her. We've got to try some other
way."
It was the peculiarly fertile quality of Crimmins's imagination
that made him so valuable to some of his friends.
When the conspirators reached the door, neither Crimmins nor his
father was in a talkative mood, and Billy heard nothing. They
lingered a moment on the sill, within a foot of his head as he lay
in a cramped position below, and then they sauntered out, his
father bareheaded, to the stable-yard. There McGaw leaned upon a
cart-wheel, listening dejectedly to Crimmins, who seemed to be
outlining a plan of some kind, which at intervals lightened the
gloom of McGaw's despair, judging from the expression of his
father's face. Then he turned hurriedly to the house, cursed his
wife because he could not find his big fur cap, and started across
to the village. Billy followed, keeping a safe distance behind.
Tom after Patsy's sad experience forbade him the streets, and
never allowed him out of her sight unless Cully or her father were
with him. She knew a storm was gathering, and she was watching
the clouds and waiting for the first patter of rain. When it came
she intended that every one of her people should be under cover.
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