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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._)