The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-04-13

we've never Deen properly put In Ouf
places. The heel on our necks-that's
the way to do It,"
Boyne looked at the flushed, angry
face. In spite Of Dyck's words, he
felt that his medicine was working
well.
Listen to me, Calhoun" he said
softly. you've got to do something
You're living an idle life. You're In
debt. There are but two courses open
to you. One Is to join the British
forces--to be a lieutenant, a captain.
a major, a colonel, or a general. in
time: to shoot and cut and hang and
quarter, and rule with a heavy rod.
That's one way"
$50 you think I'm fit for nothing
but the sword, eh?" asked Dyck with
irony. "You think I've got no brains
for anything except the army"
Boyne laughed. q
"Have another drink, Calhoun" He
poured out more wine. ooh, no, not
the army alone; there's the navy
and there's the French navy! It's the
best navy in the world, the freest and
the greatest, and with Bonaparte 60
ing at US, England will have enough
to do-too much, I'm thinking. SO
there's q career In the French navy
open. And listen-befOre you and I
are two months older, the French
navy will be in the harbOrs Of Ire
land, and the French army will land
here" He reached out and grasped
Dyck's arm. There's no liberty Of
freedom under the Union Jack. What
do you think of the tricolOr? It's a
great flag, and under 1t the world Is
going to be ruled-England, Spain,
Italy, Holland, Prussia, Austria and
Russia-all of them. The time is ripe.
You've got your chance. Take 1t on,
dear lad, take 1t on p.
Dyck did not raise his head. He
vas leaning forward with both arms
on the table, supporting himself firm
ly; his head was bowed as though
with deep interest in what Boyne said.
And, indeed, his interest was great
Sc SiNol thdl III ~ uldtlilOOu, NlSOi
all his citizenship, were vitality alive.
Yet he did not lift his head.
"What's that you say about French
ships in the harbors Of Ireland?" he
said in a tone that showed interest.
"Of course, l know there's been q lot
of talk Of a French raid on Ireland,
but l didn't know it was to be so
SOON"
"Oh, it's neal enough! It's all been
arranged" replied Boyne. "ThereT
be ships-warships, commanded by
Hoche. They'll have orders to land
on the coast, to join the Irish patriots,
to take control Of the operations, and
then to march on"
He was going to say march on
Dublin" but he stopped. He was
playing a daring game. If he had not
been sure of his man, he would not
have been so frank and fearless.
He did not, however, mislead Dyck
greatly. Dyck had been drinking a
good deal, but this knowledge Of a
French invasion, and a sense of what
Boyne was trying to do, steadied his
shaken emotions; held him firmly in
the grip Of practical common sense.
He laughed, hiccoughed a little, as
though he was very drunk, and said:
"Of course the French would like
to come to Ireland; they'd like to
seize it and hold it. Why, Of course
they would! OF course; but what
astounds me is that a man of your
standing should believe the French
are coming here now to Ireland. No,
no, Boyne I'm not taking your word
for any Of these things. You're a Cos
sip; you're a id, p~ertinacious, pre-
posterous gossip, and I'll say it as
often as you like"
$50 it's proof you want, is it? Well,
then, here 1t Is"
Boyne drew from his pocket a small
leather-bound case and took from it a
letter, which he laid on the table in
front Of Dyck.
Dyck looked at the document, then
said:
"Ah, that's what you are, eh2-a