‘He was given the point and that was an easy death,’ said Horse Egan, viewing the corpse.  ‘But would you ha’ shot him, Danny, if he had lived?’

‘He didn’t live, so there’s no sayin’.  But I doubt I wud have bekase of the fun he gave us—­let alone the beer.  Hike up his legs, Horse, and we’ll bring him in.  Perhaps ‘tis better this way.’

They bore the poor limp body to the mass of the regiment, lolling open-mouthed on their rifles; and there was a general snigger when one of the younger subalterns said, ‘That was a good man!’

‘Phew,’ said Horse Egan, when a burial-party had taken over the burden.  ’I’m powerful dhry, and this reminds me there’ll be no more beer at all.’

‘Fwhy not?’ said Dan, with a twinkle in his eye as he stretched himself for rest.  ‘Are we not conspirin’ all we can, an’ while we conspire are we not entitled to free dhrinks?  Sure his ould mother in New York would not let her son’s comrades perish of drouth—­if she can be reached at the end of a letter.’

‘You’re a janius,’ said Horse Egan.  ‘O’ coorse she will not.  I wish this crool war was over an’ we’d get back to canteen.  Faith, the Commander-in-Chief ought to be hanged in his own little sword-belt for makin’ us work on wather.’

The Mavericks were generally of Horse Egan’s opinion.  So they made haste to get their work done as soon as possible, and their industry was rewarded by unexpected peace.  ‘We can fight the sons of Adam,’ said the tribesmen, ’but we cannot fight the sons of Eblis, and this regiment never stays still in one place.  Let us therefore come in.’  They came in and ‘this regiment’ withdrew to conspire under the leadership of Dan Grady.

Excellent as a subordinate Dan failed altogether as a chief-in-command—­ possibly because he was too much swayed by the advice of the only man in the regiment who could manufacture more than one kind of handwriting.  The same mail that bore to Mulcahy’s mother in New York a letter from the colonel telling her how valiantly her son had fought for the Queen, and how assuredly he would have been recommended for the Victoria Cross had he survived, carried a communication signed, I grieve to say, by that same colonel and all the officers of the regiment, explaining their willingness to do ’anything which is contrary to the regulations and all kinds of revolutions’ if only a little money could be forwarded to cover incidental expenses.  Daniel Grady, Esquire, would receive funds, vice Mulcahy, who ‘was unwell at this present time of writing.’

Both letters were forwarded from New York to Tehama Street, San Francisco, with marginal comments as brief as they were bitter.  The Third Three read and looked at each other.  Then the Second Conspirator-he who believed in ’joining hands with the practical branches’—–­began to laugh, and on recovering his gravity said, ’Gentlemen, I consider this will be a lesson to us.  We’re left again.  Those cursed Irish have let us down.  I knew they would, but’-here he laughed afresh-’I’d give considerable to know what was at the back of it all.’