rain-storms and sent the clouds packing. England, my friends there, the imminent war, all seemed a life-time away.
Harriet and I went for some rides together. She was indeed a marvellous horsewoman and I followed her lead over banks and stone wallsâas in other thingsâdetermined not to let her see me frightened. There was something gallant in her bearing on horseback: she seemed to me almost a mythical figure.
It was when weâd returned one June evening with the horses to Lissawn House, and I was walking back alone to the cottage, that someone took a pot-shot at me from the thick bushes lining the left-hand side of the lane.
The gun appeared to go off in my ear, so loud was the explosion. I had never been under fire before, so I stood a few moments utterly stupefied. My tall Connemara tweed hat had flown off my head. I bent down dazedly to pick it up, and heard footsteps pounding away from the ambush. There were two pellet holes in the top of the hat. The bushes are very thick just there, and I could not break through them even if I had the nerve to follow my assailant. But I was now angry enough to run back along the lane to Lissawn House.
Flurry was sitting in his fishing-room, a glass of whiskey at his side. I banged on the window and rushed in.
âWhat the devil ails ya, Dominic? Youâre white as a sheet.â His voice was slurred, and a bit petulant
âSomeoneâs just taken a shot at me. From the bushes. Look at my hat.â
Flurryâs eyes focused with some difficulty. âBy God, youâre right! Did ye see the fella?â
âNo.â
He poured me half a glass of neat whiskey. âDrink up. Thisâll never do at all. Whoâd be wanting to shoot you, in the name of God?â
âSearch me.â
âMaybe he was after a rabbit.â
âA
flying
rabbit?â
âWell now, thatâs a point. But there might be some bold young sinner around with his daâs shotgun. Weâll ask Seamus did he see anyone.â
Seamus was in his room above the stable, cleaning harness. No, heâd not seen anyone in the demesne, but heâd been rubbing down the horses the last half-hour. He asked me a number of questions, the efficient adjutant.
âWill I tell you what Iâm thinking, Mr. Eyre?â
âOf course.â
âIf the fella was so near to you, heâd be apt to blow your head off.â
âBut he
was.
The explosion damnâ near deafened me.â
âSo he must have deliberately aimed high. The charge went over your head, except for two pellets. Thatâs the size of it.â Seamus didnât seem greatly concerned.
âBut why should anyone want to aim
over
his head?â asked Flurry interestedly. I felt like an academic problem under discussion, and said so.
âWhy should anyone want to fire at me at all?â
Seamus regarded me politely, coolly. âOnly yourself would be after knowing that, Mr. Eyre.â
âSure, Dominic is a quiet fella. He wouldnât be making enemies,â offered Flurry. I hardly heard him. Had Seamus hinted at something? Involuntarily, my eyes went round the room. There was no shotgun to be seen; and I could hardly search the outbuildings and demesne in case Seamus had dumped it somewhere.
âYouâre not frit, Mr. Eyre?â he said. âWill I walk back with you?â
âOh, Iâm scared stiff. Iâll go to the Garda to-morrow and demand police protection,â I replied satirically. I thought I saw a look of respect in Seamusâs eyes.
âThatâs the boy,â said Flurry tipsily. âTo hell with them all. Câmon and have a bite to eat. Harryâll be done bathing by now. I donât know why that womanâs got so desperate to take baths nowadays.â
I declined his invitation politely. The next morning I went to the Garda in Charlottestown and had a long conversation with a somewhat incredulous