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Chapter 7

           Hyurgoestopurvideyewi’abedfellur!"

           Onsayingthis,headvancedtowardsthehut;and,silentlyskulkingunderitsshadow,releasedtheserpentfromhisgripe—lettingitfallwithinthecircleofthecabriesto,withwhichPhelimhadsocraftilysurroundedhissleeping-place.

           Thenreturningtohisgrassycouch,andoncemorepullingtheoldblanketoverhisshoulders,hemuttered—

           "Thevarmintwon’tcomeoutacrosttherope—thetairsartin;anitain’tagoin’toleaveayurdo’thegroun’’ithoutexplorin’foraplacetogitclur—thet’seequallysartin.Efitdon’tcrawloverthetIrishgreenhorn’ithinthehefo’anhour,thenoleZebStumpairagreenhornhisself.Hi!what’sthet?Dog-gonedof’taintonhimarready!"

           Ifthehunterhadanyfurtherreflectionstogivetongueto,theycouldnothavebeenheard:foratthatmomenttherearoseaconfusionofnoisesthatmusthavestartledeverylivingcreatureontheAlamo,andformilesupanddownthestream.

           Itwasahumanvoicethathadgiventhecue—orrather,ahumanhowl,suchascouldproceedonlyfromthethroatofaGalwegian.PhelimO’Nealwastheoriginatoroftheinfernalfracas.

           Hisvoice,however,wassoondrownedbyachorusofbarkings,snortings,andneighings,thatcontinuedwithoutinterruptionforaperiodofseveralminutes.

           "Whatisit?"demandedhismaster,asheleapedfromthecatré,andgropedhiswaytowardshisterrifiedservitor.

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