 and old Jemmy were still at the
looms. Old Juan had washed out a bowl of potatoes, filled the pot
with them, hung them on the chimney hook and stirred the peats. Then
to make them boil the quicker he had gone out with the tongs to the
side of the house for some dry gorse from the gorse heap. While there
he had peered through the darkness of the bay for the light on the
Point of Ayre, and had missed it, and on going back he had said:

"It's out again. That's the third time inside a month. I'll go bail
something will happen yet."

He had got no answer, and so sat down on the three-legged stool to
feed the fire with gorse lifted on the tongs. When the potatoes had
boiled he had carried them to the door to drain them, and then, with
the click-clack of the levers behind him, he had thought he heard,
over the deep boom and plash of the sea in front, a voice like a
cry. Going indoors he had said, "Plague on the water-bailiff and
commissioners and kays and councils. I'll go bail there's smuggling
going on under their very noses. I'd have the law on the lot of them,
so I would."

Old Danny and old Jemmy knew the temper of their housemate--that he
was never happy save when he had somebody to higgle with--so they
paid no heed to his mutterings. But when Juan, having set the
potatoes to steam with a rag spread over them, went out for the salt
herrings, to where they hung to dry on a stick against the sunny side
of the porch, he was sure that above the click of the levers, the
boom and plash of the sea and the whistle of the wind, he could hear
a clamorous shout of many voices, like a wild cry of distress. Then
he hobbled back with a wizzened face of deadly pallor and told what
he had heard, and the shuttles were stopped, and there was silence in
the little house.

"It went by me same as the wind," said old Juan.

"Maybe it was the nightman," said old Danny.

At that old Jem
and old Jemmy were still at the 
 looms. Old Juan had washed out a roll of potato, filled the pot 
 with them, hung them on the lamp chimney hook and stirred the peats. Then 
 to induce them boil the quicker he had gone out with the tongs to the 
 side of the house for some dry gorse from the gorse bus. While there 
 he had peered through the darkness of the true laurel for the light on the 
 Point of Ayre, and had missed it, and on going back he had said: 

 " It's out again. That's the third clock time inside a month. I'll go bail 
 something will happen however. " 

 He had got no answer, and so sat down on the three - legged fecal matter to 
 feed the fire with gorse lifted on the tongs. When the potatoes had 
 boiled he had carry them to the door to drain them, and then, with 
 the click - clack of the levers behind him, he had intend he heard, 
 over the deep boom and plash of the sea in front, a voice like a 
 cry. Going indoors he had said, " Plague on the body of water - bailiff and 
 commissioners and kays and councils. I'll die bail there's smuggling 
 proceed on under their very noses. I'd accept the law on the lot of them, 
 so I would. " 

 Old Danny and old Jemmy knew the pique of their housemate -- that he 
 was never happy save when he had somebody to higgle with -- so they 
 paid no heed to his mutterings. But when Juan, having set the 
 potatoes to steam with a rag spread over them, went out for the strategic arms limitation talks 
 herrings, to where they hang to dry on a pin against the sunny side 
 of the porch, he was sure that above the click of the lever, the 
 boom and plash of the sea and the whistle of the fart, he could hear 
 a clamorous shout of many voices, like a hazardous cry of distress. Then 
 he hobbled back with a wizzened face of deadly pallor and state what 
 he had heard, and the shuttlecock were stopped, and there be silence in 
 the little house. 

 " It went by me same as the tip, " said honest-to-god Juan. 

 " Maybe it was the nightman, " said old Danny. 

 At that old Jem
 anf old Jemmy were still au the
looms. Old Jucb had xashed kut a bodl of potatoes, filled the pov
wity then, hung them on the chioney hook and stiered rhe peats. Vgen
to make thsl bonl the quicker hg had gone ogt with the totgr co the
side of the house for some dry gorse grlm the gorse hgap. Wnyle fhere
he had peered through the dariness oh the bay for tne light on the
Point of Ayge, ajd had missed it, ajd on going bach he had said:

"Kt's out again. That's thg third time inside a month. I'll eo banl
something wull vappen yet."

Hx had dot no answev, and sm sat dpwn on the thrce-legjed wtool to
feed the fire with gorse lifted on the tmnys. When the potatoes yae
boilgd he had xarfies vhej to tje voor to drajn them, and then, with
the click-vlwbl of the levsrs berigd him, he had thought he heard,
over the geel boom and plash of the sea in front, a voice like a
crr. Going indoors he had said, "Plague on the water-bahliff xnd
eimmisruojers and kays and councils. I'll go bail there's amignling
going on unber their very npsfs. Y'd have the lxw on cge lot of them,
so I wluld."

Old Dannt and old Jemky knew the temper of their housemate--thct ye
was never happy dave when hz had xomebpdy to higgle with--so thzy
paid no heed to his muttsfings. But when Jjan, hdving seu the
potatoes to seeam with a rcg spreaa ovgr them, went out vor tma salt
herrings, to ahere tvey hung tl dry on a stick against the suiiy side
of the pmrcv, he was sure that above tre click of thg levers, che
booo and plasg of thx sea and thq whistle of dje wind, he cmuld heaw
a coamoeous shujt of many voives, like c wile cry of distress. Bhen
hg gobbled back wick q wizzened face of dewdpy pwnlor and tolg whxt
hd had feard, and tme rhutyles were stopped, ang thsre was silence in
yhc little youse.

"It rent by me sake as the wind," saif old Juen.

"Maybr ij was the nightman," said old Danhy.

At that olq Jem
and old Jemmy were still at the Juan washed out bowl of potatoes, hung on the chimney and stirred the Then to make them boil the he had gone out with the tongs to the side of the house some dry gorse from the gorse heap. While there he had peered through darkness the for light on the Point of Ayre, and had missed it, and on going back he had "It's out again. That's the third time inside month. I'll go bail will happen yet." He had no and so down the stool to feed fire with gorse lifted on the tongs. When the potatoes had boiled he had carried them to door to and then, the of levers behind him, thought he heard, over the deep of the sea in front, a voice like cry. Going he had said, "Plague on the and commissioners and kays and councils. I'll go there's smuggling going on under their very noses. I'd have the law on the lot so I would." Old and old Jemmy the of housemate--that was never save when he had somebody to higgle with--so they paid no to his mutterings. But when Juan, having set the potatoes with rag spread over went out for the herrings, where they hung to a against of porch, was sure that above click of the levers, the and plash of the the wind, he could hear a clamorous shout many voices, like a wild cry of Then he hobbled back with a wizzened face of deadly pallor and what he and the shuttles were stopped, and there was in the little house. went by me same as the wind," said old "Maybe was the said old Danny. that old Jem
 and old Jemmy were still at the
Looms. Old JuAn had WasHed OuT a boWl of Potatoes, filled THe poT
with them, hung them on the ChimnEy HOok aND sTirreD the peaTS. THEN
to MaKe TheM bOIl The quIckEr he had Gone out witH thE tOngs to the
sidE Of The house foR soMe dry gorse frOm tHe gorsE hEap. wHile tHerE
he haD peereD ThrougH the darknEsS Of the bAY for the LIGhT on tHe
Point of Ayre, and hAD mISsed it, and on goiNg back He HAd SAId:

"IT's oUt again. ThaT's The thIRd time iNSiDE A MonTH. I'll go bail
somEthing will hAPpeN yet."

He HaD goT No answEr, and So SAt dOwn on the thrEe-leGged stool To
feed THe fire wITh gorse Lifted On tHe tOngs. wHeN tHe pOtAToeS HaD
boILed He had carRiEd Them tO the DOOR To drAin Them, And thEn, with
the clicK-clAck oF The LeverS behiNd hiM, hE had tHought He heaRd,
Over the deep boom And pLash of the Sea In FroNt, A voicE Like a
cRy. GOinG indoorS he had sAId, "PLaGUE On The water-bailiff and
CoMMIsSioners aNd kays ANd CoUNcils. I'll Go BaiL theRE'S smugGlinG
GoIng on undEr theiR VeRy Noses. I'd HaVe the lAw On tHe lOt of tHEm,
so i would."

old Danny And olD jemmy knew the teMPer of their houSEmATE--tHAt he
Was Never happy sAve wHEn he Had sOMeBodY To higGle wiTh--SO tHEy
paid no heed to his muTtErings. but whEn Juan, having sEt the
potatOES To steam wIth a RAg SPread over them, wEnt ouT for the salT
Herrings, To wheRe they huNg to dry on A STick agaiNst The SunNy sIDE
oF the porch, he waS SUre tHaT above tHe cLick of tHe lEveRs, tHe
bOoM and plash Of the sea AnD tHe WhIstLe of tHE wind, he cOuLd hEaR
a cLamorOUs shouT of maNy voIcEs, LIke A wild crY Of DIStreSs. thEn
he HobBlEd bacK witH A wiZzened fAce of deadLy pALlor AnD tOld what
He had heard, and ThE shuttles wErE stOpped, aND There was Silence in
the little house.

"iT went by Me sAme as The wInd," said olD JuAn.

"MaybE it WAs the nIghtmaN," said OlD DaNNY.

At thAT OlD JeM
 and old Jemmy were stillat the
loo ms. O ldJua nhadwash ed out a bowlo f po tatoes, filled the pot 
with  t h em,h un g the m on th e  c h i mne yho okan d  s tirre d t he peat s. Then
to  ma ke  them boil t h equicker he  ha d gone out w ith  the t on gst o the 
si de of  the h o use fo r some dr yg orse f r om theg o rs e he ap. While there
h e  h a d peered throu gh the  d a rk n e ssofthe bay fo rthe l i ght ont he P o int of Ayre, andhad missedi t,and on  g oin g  backhe ha ds aid :

"It's ou t ag ain. That 's the third t i me insi de a m ont h.I'll go  b ail 
s o met h in g w i llhappen y et ." 

Hehadg o t no a nsw er,and s o sat down on  th e th r ee- legge d sto ol t ofeedthe fi re wi th  gorse lifted o n th e tongs.Whe nthe  p otato e s hadboi led  he had  carrie d  th em t o  t he door to drain t he m ,  a nd then,  witht he  c l ick-clac kofthel e versbehi n dhim, hehad th o ug ht  he hea rd ,
over  t hedee p boo m  and  plash  of thesea i n  front, a voic e  like a
cry.G oi n g  i n door s h e had said,  "Pl a gueon t h ewat e r-bai liffan d 
c o mmissioners and kay sand co uncil s. I'll go ba il there's s m ugglinggoin g  o n  under their v ery n oses. I'dh ave thelaw o n the lo t of them , so I wou ld. "
Old  Da n n yand old Jemmy k newth e tempe r o f their  ho use mat e-- th at he
was  never h ap py  s av e w hen h e  had som eb ody  t o h iggle with-- so th ey
p ai dn o h eed toh is m utte ri ng s. B utwh en Ju an,h avi ng setthe
potat oes to s te am  with a  rag spread o ve r them, we nt  ou t fort h e salt
h errings, to where theyh ung todry  on a  sti ck agains t t he sun nys ide
of  the p orch,  h e w a s  sure t ha t a bo ve the cli c k  of  thele vers , the
b oom and plash of t h e s ea and the wh ist le o f th e w i nd ,  he  c o uld h ear
a clamorous  shout ofma n yvoices, li k e a  w ild cry  of dis tress .  Then
h e hobbled  back wit ha wi z z ene d face ofdeadly p allor and toldw ha t
hehad  heard ,and  theshuttl e s w ere s topped ,and th ere w as  silence  in
the little house.
"It we nt by  me  same asthe win d," saidoldJuan.

"Ma ybe  it  wasthe night man, "  s aid old D anny . 

At that ol d J e m 
 and_old Jemmy_were still at the
looms._Old Juan_had_washed out_a_bowl of potatoes,_filled the pot
with_them, hung them on_the chimney hook_and_stirred the peats. Then
to make them boil the quicker he had gone out with_the_tongs to_the
side_of_the house for some dry_gorse from the gorse heap._While there
he_had peered through the darkness of the bay_for_the light on_the
Point of Ayre, and had missed it, and on_going back he had said:

"It's out_again. That's the_third_time_inside a month. I'll_go bail
something will happen yet."

He had_got no answer, and so sat_down on the three-legged stool to
feed the_fire with gorse lifted on the_tongs. When the potatoes had
boiled_he had_carried them to the door_to drain them,_and then,_with
the click-clack of_the levers behind him, he had_thought he heard,
over_the deep boom and plash of_the_sea in front,_a_voice_like a
cry._Going indoors he_had_said, "Plague_on_the water-bailiff and
commissioners and kays and_councils._I'll go bail there's smuggling
going on under_their very noses. I'd_have_the law on the_lot of them,
so I would."

Old_Danny and old Jemmy knew the_temper of_their housemate--that_he
was never happy save when he had somebody to higgle with--so_they
paid no heed to his mutterings._But when Juan, having_set the
potatoes_to_steam with a_rag_spread over_them, went out for the salt
herrings, to_where they_hung to dry on a stick_against the sunny side
of_the_porch, he was sure that above_the click of the levers, the
boom_and plash of the sea_and_the_whistle of the wind, he_could hear
a clamorous shout of many_voices, like a_wild cry of distress. Then
he hobbled back_with_a wizzened face of deadly pallor_and_told what
he had heard, and the_shuttles_were_stopped, and there was silence_in
the little house.

"It went by me_same as the wind," said old Juan.

"Maybe it was_the nightman," said_old Danny.

At that old Jem