same time a shower of stones
came from the wall. The horse took fright, and started off, the driver
shouting "Murder!" as they raced down the road.

"In the name a' God, where am I?" shouted Mrs Burke.

But she got no answer, for Jimmie, with the help of Mick and Patsy, was
taking back ducks in the pond. Mrs Burke splashed towards the light,
going deeper every step.

"Ye ould villain, will ye come an' help me out?" she screamed. "Sure,
it's ruinin' me dress an' me new boots I am."

Then the light went out, and a moment later there was a gurgling cry,
followed by shrieks and cries of murder. In the middle of it all
voices were heard coming along the road from the village, and the sound
of the car coming back.

"Hist!" said Mick. "Home."

"Och, I'm wet to the skin," said Patsy as they ran along the road, "but
ould Jimmie's far wetter."

"He's as dry as the wife," said Jane, "for I ducked her three times;
she went down awful easy."

"It was me helpin' ye," said Fly; "I had her by the leg."

"Wasn't it quare an' good a' God to make the pond that deep?" said
Honeybird. "It must 'a' been Him put it into Patsy's head to duck
them."

"That's why He made it rain so hard this mornin'," said Jane, "an' me
thought there was no manin' in it."

"It was the finest bit of vengeance I iver seen," said Patsy. "Ould
Jimmie was as light as a cork, an' we soused him up an' down till there
wasn't a breath left in him."

"I wonder what Lull'll say when she sees our clothes," said Jane; "me
very shimmy's wet." But, to their surprise, when they woke next
morning clean clothes had been put out for them, and when they came
downstairs Lull only said: "Has any of ye tuk a cold?"

"No, we haven't," said Jane.

"Well, then, don't name it to yer mother," Lull said, and left them
wondering how she had found out.

Andy Graham called them into the stable after breakfast.

"Did ye hear the news?" he said.

"What news?" said Mick.

"The news about the weddin'," Andy said. "Didn't Lull tell ye about
it? Sure, the whole place is ringin' with it. Poor ould Jimmie Burke
an' the wife were near kilt last night. A pack of ruffians stopped the
ker at the ould pond, an' ducked both him an' the wife. He was that
full a' waiter they had to hould him up by the heels an' let it run
out; an' the wife covered with black mud from head to fut."

"Who done it?" said Patsy, looking Andy in the face.

"Who done it, do ye say?" said Andy