As he got on the car to return to Tuam, he determined that whatever
plan he might settle on adopting, he would have nothing further to do
with prosecuting or persecuting either Anty or the Kellys. "I'll give
him the best advice I can about it," said Daly to himself; "and if
he don't like it he may do the other thing. I wouldn't carry on with
this game for all he's worth, and that I believe is not much." He had
intended to go direct to Dunmore House from the Kellys, and to have
seen Barry, but he would have had to stop for dinner if he had done
so; and though, generally speaking, not very squeamish in his society,
he did not wish to enjoy another after-dinner _tête-à-tête_ with
him--"It's better to get him over to Tuam," thought he, "and try and
make him see rason when he's sober: nothing's too hot or too bad for
him, when he's mad dhrunk afther dinner."

Accordingly, Lynch was again summoned to Tuam, and held a second
council in the attorney's little parlour. Daly commenced by telling him
that his sister had seen him, and had positively refused to leave the
inn, and that the widow and her son had both listened to the threats
of a prosecution unmoved and undismayed. Barry indulged in his
usual volubility of expletives; expressed his fixed intention of
exterminating the Kellys; declared, with many asseverations, his
conviction that his sister was a lunatic; swore, by everything under,
in, and above the earth, that he would have her shut up in the Lunatic
Asylum in Ballinasloe, in the teeth of the Lord Chancellor and all the
other lawyers in Ireland; cursed the shades of his father, deeply and
copiously; assured Daly that he was only prevented from recovering his
own property by the weakness and ignorance of his legal advisers, and
ended by asking the attorney's advice as to his future conduct.

"What the d----l, then, am I to do with the confounded ideot?" said he.