He will see they won't take you." Phil sprang upstairs two steps at a time, and dashed into the chamber.
Mr.McGuire was lying on the outside of the bed, peacefully smoking a clay pipe.
"What's the matther ?" he asked, repeating his wife's question.
"They have come for me," said Phil.
"Have they ?" said Pat.

"Then they'll go back, I'm thinkin'.

Where are they ?" But there was no need of a reply, as their voices were already audible from below, talking with Mrs.McGuire.The distance was so trifling that they had seen Phil enter the house, and the padrone, having a contempt for the physical powers of woman, followed boldly.
They met Mrs.McGuire at the door.
"What do you want ?" she demanded.
"The boy," said the padrone.

"I saw him come in here." "Did ye?
Your eyes is sharp thin." She stood directly in the passage, so that neither could enter without brushing her aside.
"Send him out," said the padrone.
"Faith, and I won't," said Bridget.

"He shall stay here as long as he likes." "I will come in and take him," said the padrone, furiously.
"I wouldn't advise ye to thry it," said Mrs.McGuire, coolly.
"Move aside, woman, or I will make you," said the Italian, angrily.
"I'll stay where I am.