Where is the bit of new rope, Cathleen, was bought in
Connemara?

CATHLEEN
[Coming down.]

Give it to him, Nora; it's on a nail by the white boards. I
hung it up this morning, for the pig with the black feet was
eating it.

NORA
[Giving him a rope.]

Is that it, Bartley?

MAURYA
You'd do right to leave that rope, Bartley, hanging by the
boards (Bartley takes the rope]). It will be wanting in this
place, I'm telling you, if Michael is washed up to-morrow
morning, or the next morning, or any morning in the week, for
it's a deep grave we'll make him by the grace of God.

BARTLEY
[Beginning to work with the rope.]

I've no halter the way I can ride down on the mare, and I must
go now quickly. This is the one boat going for two weeks or
beyond it, and the fair will be a good fair for horses I heard
them saying below.