"What are the guns for?" said he. "What's there to be fighting about?
Man, dear, I'd like a gun myself."
"There's plenty up at the house there," said I, pointing to
Kilgorman--"two hundred."
"Two hundred! and we're only needing two. Come away, Barry; let's see
where they're kept."
"You're not going up to Kilgorman House, sure?" said I in amazement.
"'Deed I am. I'm going to get myself a gun, and you too."
"But his honour?"
"Come on!" cried Tim, who seemed greatly excited; "his honour can't
mind. I'll hold ye, Barry, we'll use a gun as well as any of the boys."
I would fain have escaped going up to so dreadful a place as Kilgorman
on such an errand at such an hour. But I durst not let Tim think I was
afraid, so when I saw his mind was made up I went with him, thankful at
least that I had his company.