Inishbawn you----"

She made a vicious stab in the air and then handed the fork to Frank.

A quarter of an hour later the party started. Mr. Pennefather and Lady
Isabel refused to be separated. Priscilla took them in the _Tortoise_.
They sat side by side near the mast and held each other's hands.
Priscilla, after one glance in their direction, looked resolutely past
them for the rest of the voyage. Miss Rutherford sat in the bow of Jimmy
Kinsella's boat. Jimmy sat amidships and rowed. Frank, with the carving
fork poised for a thrust, sat in the stern. The wind, following the
departed thunderstorm, blew from the east. Priscilla set sail on the
_Tortoise_. Jimmy hoisted his lug, but was obliged to row as well as
sail in order to keep in touch with his consort. The boats grounded
almost together on the shingly beach of Inishbawn.

Joseph Antony, who had made his way home through the thunderstorm, put
his hand on the bow of the _Tortoise_.

"It'll be better for you not to land," he said.

"I know all about that," said Priscilla. "You needn't bother to invent
anything fresh."

"You can't land here," said Joseph Antony. "Aren't there islands enough
in the bay? Jimmy, will you push that boat off from the shore and take
the lady and gentleman that's in her away out of this."

The carving fork descended an inch towards Jimmy's leg. His father
menaced him with a threatening scowl. Jimmy sat quite still. Like the
leader of the House of Lords during the last stage of a recent political
crisis, he had ceased to be a free agent.

"I don't want to land on your beastly island," said Priscilla. "If there
wasn't as much as a half-tide rock in the whole bay that I could put my
foot on I wouldn't land here, and you can tell your wife from me that if
that baby of hers was to die for the want of a bit of flannel, I won't
steal another scrap from Aunt Juliet's box to give it to her."

"Sure you know well enough, Miss," said Joseph Antony, "that there's
ne'er a one would be more welcome to the island than yourself. But the
way things is at present----"

"I've a pretty good guess at the way things are," said Priscilla, "and
the minute I get back tonight I'm going to tell Sergeant Rafferty."

Joseph Antony smiled uneasily.

"You wouldn't do the like of that," he said.

"I will," said Priscilla, "unless you allow me to land these two at
once."

Joseph Antony looked long and carefully at Mr. Pennefather.

"What about the other y