WIDOW QUIN. Gone over the hills to catch a coasting steamer to the north or
south.

MAHON. Could I pull up on him now?

WIDOW QUIN. If you'll cross the sands below where the tide is out, you'll be
in it as soon as himself, for he had to go round ten miles by the top of the
bay. (She points to the door). Strike down by the head beyond and then
follow on the roadway to the north and east. [Mahon goes abruptly.]

WIDOW QUIN -- [shouting after him.] -- Let you give him a good vengeance when
you come up with him, but don't put yourself in the power of the law, for it'd
be a poor thing to see a judge in his black cap reading out his sentence on a
civil warrior the like of you. [She swings the door to and looks at Christy,
who is cowering in terror, for a moment, then she bursts into a laugh.]

WIDOW QUIN. Well, you're the walking Playboy of the Western World, and that's
the poor man you had divided to his breeches belt.

CHRISTY -- [looking out: then, to her.] -- What'll Pegeen say when she hears
that story? What'll she be saying to me now?

WIDOW QUIN. She'll knock the head of you, I'm thinking, and drive you from
the door. God help her to be taking you for a wonder, and you a little
schemer making up the story you destroyed your da.

CHRISTY -- [turning to the door, nearly speechless with rage, half to
himself.] -- To be letting on he was dead, and coming back to his life, and
following after me like an old weazel tracing a rat, and coming in here laying
desolation between my own self and the fine women of Ireland, and he a kind of