] -- They're going to hang
him. (Holding out petticoat and shawl.) Fit these upon him, and let him run
off to the east.
WIDOW QUIN. He's raving now; but we'll fit them on him, and I'll take him, in
the ferry, to the Achill boat.
CHRISTY -- [struggling feebly.] -- Leave me go, will you? when I'm thinking of
my luck to-day, for she will wed me surely, and I a proven hero in the end of
all. [They try to fasten petticoat round him.]
WIDOW QUIN. Take his left hand, and we'll pull him now. Come on, young
fellow.
CHRISTY -- [suddenly starting up.] -- You'll be taking me from her? You're
jealous, is it, of her wedding me? Go on from this. [He snatches up a stool,
and threatens them with it.]
WIDOW QUIN -- [going.] -- It's in the mad-house they should put him, not in
jail, at all. We'll go by the back-door, to call the doctor, and we'll save
him so. [She goes out, with Sara, through inner room. Men crowd in the
doorway. Christy sits down again by the fire.]
MICHAEL -- [in a terrified whisper.] -- Is the old lad killed surely?
PHILLY. I'm after feeling the last gasps quitting his heart. [They peer in
at Christy.]
MICHAEL -- [with a rope.] -- Look at the way he is. Twist a hangman's knot on
it, and slip it over his head, while he's not minding at all.
PHILLY. Let you take it, Shaneen. You're the soberest of all that's here.
SHAWN. Is it me to go near him, and he the wickedest and worst with me? Let
you take it, Pegeen Mike.
PEGEEN.
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