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the doctor. Oh, policeman, one of you let you go up to Lennon's with the is enough to remain with the prisoner cart. But see here, Cotter-do not here; do, like a good man, leave your speak to the wounded man at all, and gun and belts here, and run off across don't let anybody else speak to him the fields as fast as you can, and bring either. We don't want a word from Dr. Sweeney to Rathcash house." him ; sure we all saw it as plain as

“ To Shantvilla,” faintly murmured possible.” the wounded man; “and bring Father Cotter then hastened on, and soon Farrell.”

overtook the cart. He merely said, in “Yes, yes, to Shanvilla, to be sure,” explanation of being by himself, that repeated Winny ;“my selfish heart had his comrades had come up, and that he forgotten his poor mother.”

had given his prisoner to them and Emon opened his eyes at the word hastened on to see if he could be of mother, and smiled. It was a smile of any use. thanks; and he closed them again. Winny soon suggested a use for the

'i he policeman bad obeyed her re- kind-hearted man—to help poor Pat quest in a moment; and, stripped of Lennon into the cart, and to lead the all incumbrances, he was clearing the horse. This was done without stirring hedges, ditches, and drains toward Dr. hand or foot of the poor sufferer; and Sweeney's.

the father lay at Emon's other side They then placed Lennon, as gently scarcely less like death than he was as if he were made of wax, into the himself. cart, his head lying in Winny's lap, When they came to the end of the and his hand clasped in hers, while road which turned to Rathcash and the distracted father led the horse Shanvilla, Winny, as was natural, more like an automaton than a human could have wished to go to Rathcash. being. They proceeded at a very gen- She knew not how her poor father had tle pace, for the cart had no springs, been left, or what might be his fate. and Winny knew that a jolt might be She could not put any confidence in fatal if the blood burst forth afresh. the assurance of such ruffians, that a The policeman followed with his hair of his head should not be hurt; prisoner at some distance; and ere long, and did not one of the villains remain for the dawn had become clear, he saw in the house? Yes, Winny, one of his comrades coming on behind him, a them did remain in the house, but he long way off. But there was evidently did no harm to your father. a man beside themselves and Jamesy With all her affection and anxiety Doyle. He sat down by the side of on her father's account, Winny could tho road until they came up.

not choose but to go on to Shan villa. How matters stood was then ex. The less moving poor Emon got the plained to Sergeant Driscoll aside. better, and to get from under his head Cotter told him he had no hopes that now and settle him afresh would be ever Lennon would reach home alive; cruel, and might be fatal. Winny, that Donovan had gone off across the therefore, sat silent as Cotter turned country for the doctor and the priest, the horse's head toward Shanvilla, and his carabine and belts were on where, ere another half-hour had added the cart.

to the increasing light, they had ar. “We will take that prisoner from rived. you, Cotter," said Driscoll, and do you Winny Cavana, who knew what a get on to the cart as fast as you can; scene must ensue when they came to you may be of use. I don't like to the door, had sent on Cotter to the bring this villain Murdock in sight of house; the father again taking his them; you need not say we have got place at the horse's head. He was to him at all. We will go on straight tell Mrs. Lennon that an accident had to the barrack by the lower road, and happened-no, no, not that; but that

Emon had been hurt; and that they Cotter and she then left the house were bringing him home quietly for and made all the speed they could tofear of exciting him.

ward Rathcash. They had not gone All precautions were of no use. very far when Cotter heard Mrs. LenMrs. Lennon had waited but for the non coming back along the road, and word "hurt," which she understood at they saw her turn in toward her own once as importing something serious. house. She rushed from the house like a mad Bully-dhu having satisfied himself woman, and stood upon the road gaz- that nothing further was to be appreing up and down. Fortunately Winny hended from the senseless form of a had the forethought to stop the cart man upon the kitchen floor, and finding out of sight of the house to give Cotter it impossible to burst open the door time to execute his mission, and calm where his master was confined, thought Mrs. Lennon as much as possible. It the next best thing that he could do was a lucky thought, and Cotter, who was to bemoan the state of affairs outwas a very intelligent man, was equal side the house, in hope of drawing, to the emergency.

some help to the spot. AccordingAs Mrs. Lennon looked round her ly he took his post immediately at in doubt, Cotter cried out, “Oh, don't the house-door, still determined to be go that road, Mrs. Lennon, for God's on the safe side, for fear the man was sake!" and he pointed in the direction scheming. Here he set up a long in which the cart was not. It was dismal and melancholy howl. enough; the ruse had succeeded; and “My father is dead," said Winny; Mrs. Lennon started off at full speed, “there is the Banshee.” clapping her hands and crying out: “Not at all, Miss Winny; that is a “Oh! Emon, Emon, have they killed dog." you at last? have they killed you ? “ It is all the same; Bully-dhu Oh! Emon, Emon, my boy, my boy!" would not cry that way for nothing; And she clapped her hands, and ran there is somebody dead, I'm sure." the faster. She was soon out of sight “It is because he knew you were and bearing

gone, Miss Winny, and he did not " Now is your time,” said Cotter, know where to look for you; that's running back to the cart; "she is gone all, you may depend.” off in another direction, and we'll have " Thank you, Cotter; the dog might him on his bed before she comes back.” indeed do that same. God grant it is

They then brought the cart to the nothing worse !" door, and in the most gentle and scien- By this time they were at the door, tific manner lifted poor Emon into the and Cotter followed Bully-dhu into house and laid him on his bed.

the house. Winny, without looking "God bless you, Winny !” he said, right or left, rushed to her father's stretching out his hand. “Don't, like room. She found it locked, but, a good girl, stop here now. Return quickly turning the key, she burst in. to your poor father, who must be dis- It was now broad daylight, and she tracted about you. I'm better and saw at a glance her father stretched stronger, thank God, and will be able upon the bed, still bound hand and to see you again before 1–”

foot. She flew to the table, and tak" Whist, whist, Emon mavourneen, ing his razor cut the cords. The don't talk that way; you are better, poor old man was quite exhausted blessed be God! I must, indeed, go from suspense, excitement, and the home, Emon, as you say, for my heart fruitless physical efforts he had been is forn about my poor father. God making to free himself. bless you, Emon, my own Emon !” “ Thank God, father!” she exAnd she stooped down and kissed his claimed; “I hope you are not pale lips.


“ No, dear. Give me a sup of milk, “An' thould masther done for 'or I will choke."

him !—God be praised ? More pow. Poor Winny, in the ignorance of er to his elbow !" her past habits, called out to Biddy to “No, Jamesy, it was not the bring her some.

old master. It was Bully-dhu that Biddy answered with a smothered choked him-see here;" and he cry from the inner room. Cotter turned down the quilt. flew to the door and unlocked it. In “The divil a word of lie you're tellanother moment he had set her free in', sir; dear me, but he ger him from her cords, and she darted across the tusks in style. Begorra, Bully, I'll the kitchen to minister to the old give you my own dinner to-day, an' toman's wants at Winny's direction. morrow, an' next day for that. See,

Poor Bully-dhu then pointed out Mr. Cotter, how the Lord overtakes to Cotter the share he had taken in the guilty at want, sometimes. the night's work, and it might almost Didn't he strike down Tom Murdock be said quietly “gave himself up." wid lightning, an' he batin' me out a At least he showed no disposition to horseback ? an I'd never have cum up escape. He lay down at the dead wid him only for that.” man's head, sweeping the floor with Cotter could not help smiling at an odd wag of his bushy tail, rather Jamesy's enthusiam. proud than frightened at what he had . “ What are you laughin' at, Mr. done. That it was his work, Cotter Cotter? Maybe it's what you don't could not for a moment doubt. The give in to me; but I tell you I seen man's throat had by this time turned the flash of lightning take him down op almost black, and there were the the horse, as plain as the daylight. marks of the dog's teeth sunk deep at Where's Miss Winny ?” each side of the windpipe, where “ Whist, whist, boy, don't be talkthe choking grip of death had pre- ing that way. Never heed Miss vailed.

Winny ; she's with her father. I Cotter then brought a quilt from would not like her to see this dead the room where he had released man here; don't be talking so loud. Biddy Murtagh, and spread it over Is there any place we could draw him the corpse, and was bringing Bully- into, until we find out who he is ?” dhu out to the yard, when he met “An' I'd like to show him to Miss Jamesy Doyle at the door. Jamesy Winny, for Bully-dhu's sake. Will I took charge of him at once, and call her?” brought him round to the yard, where “ If you do, I'll stick you with for the present he shut him up in his this, Jamesy,” said Cotter, getting wooden house; but he did not intend angry, and tapping his bayonet with to neglect him.

his finger. Jamesy told Cotter that Sergeant “ Begorra, an' that's not the way Driscoll and his men had taken their to get me to do anything, I can tell prisoners safe to the barracks, and you ; for I-" desired bim to tell Cotter to join them “Well, there's a good boy, James ; as soon as soon as possible.

you have proved yourself one to“I cannot join them yet awhile, night; and now for God's sake Jamesy ; we have a corpse in the don't fret poor Miss Winny worse house."

than what she is already, and it “ God's mercy! an' shure it's would nearly kill her to see this not the poor ould masther?” said dead man here now-it would make Jamesy.

her think of someone else dead, “ No; I don't know who he is. Jamesy-thigum thu ?" He must have been one of the depre- “ Thau, begorra - you're right dators."


“Where can we bring him to ? is everything which had befallen herself. there any outhouse or place?”

She described the battle at the bridge, "To be sure there is; there's the as well as her sobs would permit her, barn where I sleep; cum out wid from the moment that Lennon sprang him at wanst. I'll take him by the up from behind the battlement to their heels, an' let you dhraw him along rescue until the fatal arrival of the the foore by his shoulders.”

police, as she called it, upon the apThere was a coolness and intrepidi- proach of whom “ that demon fired his ty about all Jamesy's acts and expres- pistol at my poor Emon as close as I sions which surprised Cotter. With am to you, father.” all his experience he had never seen “Well, well, Winny, don't lave the the same in so young a boy-except blame upon the police ; he would have in a hardened villain; and he had fired at Lennon whether they cum up known Jamesy for the last four years or not, for Emon never would have to be the very contrary Cotter, how- let go his holt.ever, was not philosopher enough to "True enough, father. I do not know that an excess of principle, and lay it upon them at all. Emon would a total want of it, might produce the have clung to his horse for miles if he same intrepidity of character.

had not shot him down.” Cotter took the dead man under “ Beside, Jamesy says the police the shoulders and drew him along, has him fast enough. Isn't that a while Jamesy took him by the feet mercy at all events, Winny ?” and pushed him.

“ It is only the mercy of revenge, Neither Winny, nor Biddy, nor the father, God forgive me for the thought. old man knew a word about this part The law will call it justice." of the performance. Jamesy saw the “And a just revenge is all fair an' propriety of keeping it to himself for right, Winny. He had no pity on an the present. Cotter locked the barn- innocent boy, an' why should you door and took away the key with have pity on a guilty villain ?" him. Ile told Jamesy that he would " Pity! No, father, I have no pity find out from the other prisoner “who for him. But I wish I did not feel so the corpse was," and that he would vengeful.” call again with instructions in the “But how did the police hear of it, course of the day. He then hastened Winny, or find out which way they to the barrack, and Jamesy went in to went; an' what brought Jamesy Doyle see Miss Winny and the ould mas- up with them?" ther. The message which Cotter had “We must ask Jamesy himself sent her by Jamesy was this—“ To about that, father,” she said; and she keep up her heart, and to hold herself desired Biddy to call him in, for he was in readiness for a visit from the with Bully-dhu. resident magistrate before the day was Jamesy was soon in attendance over."

again, and they made him sit down, for with all his pluck he looked weary and fatigued. They then asked him to tell everything, from the moment he first heard the men smashing the door.

Jamesy Doyle's description of the It was still very early. The gen- whole thing was short and decisive, erality of the inhabitants were not yet told in his own graphic style, with up, and Winny sighed at the long sad many “begorras," in spite of Winny's day which was before her. She had remonstrances. first made her father tell her how the “Begorra, Miss Winny, I tould ruffians had served him, and after Bully-dhu what they were up to, an' bearing the particulars she detailed I let him in at the hall doore, an'


when I seen him tumble the fust man “ He tuck the key, miss. He said he met, and stick in his windpipe no one should g'win there till he cum without so much as a growl, I knew back.” there was one man wouldn't lave that “Oh, very well, Jamesy ; lie down, easy, any way; an' I med off for the and let me throw this quilt over you. polis as fast as my legs and feet could But, God's mercy, if here is not a carry me.”

pool of blood! I wonder what brought “And how did—how-did-poor it here? Oh, am I doomed to see Emon hear of it?" sighed Winny. nothing but blood-lood? What is

“ Arra blur-an-ages, Miss Winny, this, Jamesy, do you know ?" didn't I cut across by Shanvilla, an' “I do, miss. It was Bully-dhu that tould him every haporth? Why, cut one of the men when they cum in ; miss, he'd murdher me af I let him and no cure for him, Miss Winny !" lie there dhramin', an' they carrin' “ Why, he must have cut him seyou off, Miss Winny.”

verely, James ; the whole floor is cov“Oh, Jamesy, why did you not go ered with blood." straight for the police, and never mind “ Cut him, is it? Begorra, Miss Emon-a-knock ?" she said.

Winny, he kilt him out-an-out. I may “ Ah! Winny dear,” said her father, as well tell you the thruth at wanst." “ remember that there was nearly “ For heaven's sake, you do not half-an-hour's battle at the bridge be- mean to say that he actually killed fore the police came up; and had him, Jamesy ?” your persecutor that half-hour's law, “ That's just what I do mane, Miss where and what would you be now?” Winny, an' I may as well tell you, for

“I did not care. I would have Mr. Cotter will be here by-an'-bye with fought my battle alone against twenty the coroner and a jury to hould an inTom Murdocks. They might hare quest. Isn't he lyin' there abroad in ill-used me, and then murdered me, the barn as stiff as a crowbar, an' as but what of that? Emon-a-knock ugly as if he was bespoke, miss ? would live, perhaps to avenge me; Didn't I help Mr. Cotter to carry him but now-now-oh, father, father! I out, or rather to dhrag him ? for begor. wish he had murdered me along with ra he was as heavy as if he was made Emon. But, God forgive me, indeed of lead!" I am very sinful; I forgot you, father “Fie, fie, James, you should not dear. Here, Biddy, get the kettle talk that way of any poor fellow-being boiling; we all want a cup of tea;" for shame!” and she put her handkerchief to her “ An' a bad fellow-bein' he was, to swimming eyes.

cum here to carry you away, Miss Jamesy had thrown himself in his Winny, an' maybe to murdher you in clothes on some empty sacks in a cor- the mountain, or maybe worse. My ner of the kitchen, saying, “Miss blessin' on you, Bully-dhu !" Winny, I'm tired enough to sleep Winny was shocked at the cool anywhere, an' I'll lie down here.” mannner in which Jamesy spoke of

* Hadn't you better go to your own such a frightful occurrence. She was bed in the barn, Jamesy, where you afraid she would never make a Chriscan take off your clothes ? I am sure tian of him. you would be more comfortable.” Cotter and a comrade soon returned

“No, Miss Winny, I'm sure I would and took charge of the body until the not. Beside, the policeman tuck—” coroner should arrive. They had Jamesy stopped himself. “ What the served summonses upon twelve or mischief have I been saying?” thought fourteen of the most respectable neighhe.

bors--good men and true. They had “The policeman took what, Jamesy?" ascertained that the deceased was a said Winny.

man named John Fahy, from the coun

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