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 I'm after feeling a kind of fellow above in the furzy ditch, groaning wicked like a maddening dog, the way it's good cause you have, maybe, to be fearing now.

What's that? Is it a man you seen?

I couldn't see him at all; but I heard him groaning out, and breaking his heart. It should have been a young man from his words speaking.

And you never went near to see was he hurted or what ailed him at all?

I did not, Pegeen Mike. It was a dark, lonesome place to be hearing the like of him.

Well, you're a daring fellow, and if they find his corpse stretched above in the dews of dawn, what’ll you say then to the peelers, or the Justice of the Peace?