The thresher left down the flail, but when Owen took a hold with his two hands, the crane went from him laughing and mocking. "My share of misfortunes go with you!" said Owen, "It's you've left me in a fix hanging between the heavens and the water in the middle of the great sea." [Illustration] It wasn't long till the thresher shouted to him to leave go the flail. "I won't let it go," said Owen; "shan't I be drowned?" "If you don't let it go, I'll cut the whang." "I don't care," says Owen; "I have the flail"; and with that he looked away from him, and what should he see but a boat a long way off. "O sailor dear, sailor, come, come; perhaps you'll take my lot of bones," said Owen. "Are we under you now?" says the sailor. "Not yet, not yet," says Owen. "Fling down one of your shoes, till we see the way it falls," says the captain. Owen shook one foot, and down fell the shoe. "Uill, uill, puil, uil liu--who is killing me?" came a scream from Margaret in the bed. "Where are you, Owen?" "I didn't know whether 'twas you were in it, Margaret." "Indeed, then it is," says she, "who else would it be?" She got up and lit the candle. She found Owen half-way up the chimney, climbing by the hands on the crook, and he black with soot! He had one shoe on, but the point of the other struck Margaret, and 'twas that which awoke her. Owen came down off the crook and washed himself, and from that out there was no envy on him ever to have a dream again. Morraha [Illustration: M] Morraha rose in the morning and washed his hands and face, and said his prayers, and ate his food; and he asked God to prosper the day for him. So he went down to the brink of the sea, and he saw a currach, short and green, coming towards him; and in it there was but one youthful champion, and he was playing hurly from prow to stern of the currach. He had a hurl of gold and a ball of silver; and he stopped not till the currach was in on the shore; and he drew her up on the green grass, and put fastenings on her for a year and a day, whether he should be there all that time or should only be on land for an hour by the clock. And Morraha saluted the young man courteously; and the other saluted him in the same fashion, and asked him would he play a game of cards with him; and Morraha said that he had not the wherewithal; and the other answered that he was never without a candle or the making of it; and he put his hand in his pocket and drew out a table and two chairs and a pack of cards, and they sat down on the chairs and went to card-playing. The first game Morraha won, and the Slender Red Champion bade him make his claim; and he asked that the land above him should be filled with stock of sheep in the morning. It was well; and he played no second game, but home he went.