"They'll be wanting the river now, an' they're divils to fight."

"We give em de full belly, heh? Bon!" said LeNoir, throwing back his
head. His only unconquered rival on the river was the boss of the
Macdonald gang.


Ho ro, mo nighean donn bhoidheach,
Hi-ri, mo nighean donn bhoidheach,
Mo chaileag, laghach, bhoidheach,
Cha phosainn ach thu.


Down the river came the strong, clear chorus of men's voices, and soon a
"pointer" pulled by six stalwart men with a lad in the stern swung round
the bend into view. A single voice took up the song--


'S ann tha mo run's na beanntaibh,
Far bheil mo ribhinn ghreannar,
Mar ros am fasach shamhraidh
An gleann fad o shuil.


After the verse the full chorus broke forth again--


Ho ro, mo nighean, etc.