SHAWN.
The queer dying fellow's beyond looking over the ditch. He's come up, I'm thinking, stealing your hens. (Looks over his shoulder.) God help me, he's following me now (he runs into room), and if he's heard what I said, he'll be having my life, and I going home lonesome in the darkness of the night.
For a perceptible moment they watch the door with curiosity. Some one coughs outside. Then Christy Mahon, a slight young man, comes in very tired and frightened and dirty.
CHRISTY, in a small voice.
God save all here!
MEN.
God save you kindly!
CHRISTY, going to the counter.
I'd trouble you for a glass of porter, woman of the house. (He puts down coin.)
PEGEEN, serving him.
You're one of the tinkers, young fellow, is beyond camped in the glen?
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