CHAPTER VI

THE CUNJEE CONCERT And stirrup to stirrup we’ll sing as we ride, To the lights of the township that glimmer and guide. —_W. H. Ogilvie._ “THEY should be home, Murty,” said David Linton. “They shud,” said Mr. O’Toole, with conviction. He removed an exceedingly black pipe from his mouth and stared at it, pressing the tobacco down in the bowl with a broad thumb. “Will I be saddlin’ up a horse, do ye think, an’ takin’ afther them?” “Not a bit of good,” said the sq…