Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-11-02

Fomorians not to hire them
selves TO any pack of Irish"
With the club i'm his hand the
gillie stalked away, getting in
front of his stumbling mare. He
walked fast and she went bit
fast. too He broke into a trot
and she picked up 10 trot, too.
And that's all rye got from
the Fian' he shouted back to
them, >"Mockeryl Not even a
meal"
We're wasting a fine morn
ing Finn" said Dermott, fidget-
ting with the horn. All of the
three battalions were on the
ground now, and the hounds
could hardly be held. A stag was
out up there, and they knew 1T.
But Conan was shouting from
the back of the mare:
I'VE can't get off! Come on
and stop the mare!"
THE Gruff Gillie took to run
ming, and the mare with the
fourteen on her back ran, too.
AS she ran she became more
and more of a steed. There were
no longer hollows in her sides;
her head went up. and she came
to look. not only a big. but a
gallant and good-looking mare.
"A murrain on you, Finn"
shouted Conan. why don't you
stir yourself? Or would you have
us in the next townland before
you move?"
The Gruff GiIlie dropped his
club, put his arms to his sides,
and began to run. The mare
stretched out her legs and went
faster and faster, the fourteen
making a jig-jog on her back.
Conan let a'great bawi out of
him.
What sort of a captain are
you. Finn MacCuhal, to let your
men be carried off before your
eyes?"
"Rescue!" cried Finn.
Rescue" cried Dermott. Res
cue. rescuew shouted the others.
With Finn at their head all made
off after the mare and the Gruff
Gillie. Down hollow and up
height the mare went, the gillie
before her, the Fian after her.
One Of the Fian who had been
standing by when the fourteen
got on the mare was able TO keep
up with her: he was Liagan the
Swift.
Finn and the others kept on,
racing as they had never raced
before. It was chase they
hadn't reckoned on, but it was a
chase indeed. Here and there
they had glimpse Of their
quarry as the mare topped a hill
or swan a river. No stag had
ever brought them as far as the
mare, and she was still going on.
But the chase could not be
given up; if he left Conan and
the others in the power of a wild
man, a Fomorian, Finn could
never hold up his head again, let
alone keep the chieftainship of
the Fian of Ireland. He and his
followers had TO keep up the
chase, no matter how long, no
matter how breath-depriving, no
matter how heart-breaking 1t
was.
They burst at last into the ra-
vine of Kerry, and there was
the sea before them. They
gasped out something like a
cheer. for the Gruff Gillie and
his mare would have to halt now.
But they didn't. =
He took hold of the rope and
went into the sea. The mare
with the fourteen of the Fian on
her back went into the sea, too.
Liagan took hold Of the mares
tail. And as swiftly as they
had raced, 20 swiftly did the gill
lie and his mare swim out, four
teen on her back and one holding
to her tail.
We'll have TO follow them"
Finn said when he and his COM
panions reached the beach.
We're sworn TO rescue any Of
the Fian that are in danger. Take
a breath now and give our shout
so that Conan and the others
will know that We'll be after
them"
AS soon as their breath came
back to them, the Fian on the
beach gave a shout that went
across the sea and maybe came
TO the ears of the fifteen that
were on the back and at the tail
of the mare that, as it was easy
TO see now. was an ordinary
mare no more than her master
was an ordinary gillie.
THE next part of the adventure
was Dermott O'Duivna's. The