"M'Mahon of Ahadarra was a middle-aged man several years ago, but this
person is young enough to be his man."
"You speak of his uncle," replied Fethertonge, "who is dead. This
young man, who now owns his uncle's farm, is son to Thomas M'Mahon of
Carriglass. How is your father, M'Mahon? I hope he bears up well under
his recent loss."
"Indeed but poorly, sir," replied Bryan, "I fear he'll never be the same
man."
Chevydale here took to reading a newspaper, and in a minute or two
appeared to be altogether unconscious of Bryan's presence.
"I'm afeard, sir," said Bryan, addressing himself to the agent, who was
the only person likely to hear him, "I'm afeard, sir, that I've got into
trouble."
"Into trouble? how is that?"
"Why, sir, there was a Still, Head, and Worm found upon Ahadarra, and
I'm going to be fined for it."
"M'Mahon," replied the agent, "I am sorry to hear this, both on your own
account and that of your family. If I don't mistake, you were cautioned
and warned against this; but it was useless; yes, I am sorry for it; and
for you, too."
"I don't properly understand you, sir," said Bryan.
"Did I not myself forewarn you against having anything to do in matters
contrary to the law? You must remember I did, and on the very last
occasion, too, when you were in my office."
"I remember it right well, sir," replied Bryan, "and I say now as I did
then, that I am not the man to break the law, or have act or part in
anything that's contrary to it.
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