NELLY -- [pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Tansey.]
It'd be early for them both to be out walking the hill.

SUSAN. I'm thinking Shawn Keogh was making game of us and there's no such man
in it at all.

HONOR -- [pointing to straw and quilt.] -- Look at that. He's been sleeping
there in the night. Well, it'll be a hard case if he's gone off now, the way
we'll never set our eyes on a man killed his father, and we after rising early
and destroying ourselves running fast on the hill.

NELLY. Are you thinking them's his boots?

SARA -- [taking them up.] -- If they are, there should be his father's track
on them. Did you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed and
drip?

SUSAN. Is that blood there, Sara Tansey?

SARAH -- [smelling it.] -- That's bog water, I'm thinking, but it's his own
they are surely, for I never seen the like of them for whity mud, and red mud,
and turf on them, and the fine sands of the sea. That man's been walking, I'm
telling you. [She goes down right, putting on one of his boots.]

SUSAN -- [going to window.] -- Maybe he's stolen off to Belmullet with the
boots of Michael James, and you'd have a right so to follow after him, Sara
Tansey, and you the one yoked the ass cart and drove ten miles to set your
eyes on the man bit the yellow lady's nostril on the northern shore. [She
looks out.]