An immensely topical and interesting novel of the attempt of the English Government to force Home Rule on Ireland.
y nature of the idea made him stammer. "But they are Loyalists."
"As I figure it out," said Conroy, "they mean to rebel. That's what they say, anyhow, and I believe they mean it. I don't care a cent whether they call themselves Loyalists or not. It's up to them to twist the British Lion's tail, and I'm with them."
"Do you think they really mean it?" said Bob.
"Well," said Bob, after a slight hesitation, "I do. You see I happen to know one of them pretty well."
Bob showed political discernment. It was the fashion in England and throughout three-quarters of Ireland to laugh at Belfast. Nobody believed that a community of merchants, manufacturers and artisans actually meant to take up arms, shoot off guns and hack at the bodies of their fellow-men with swords and spears. This thing, at the beginning of the twentieth century, seemed incredible. To politicians it was simply unthinkable. For politics are a game played in strict accordance with a set of rules. For several