"

"The hour is come, but not the man."

"When will he come?"

"He is within sight."

"It's all right; come in and take another dhrink," said the man; "but
still, who brought you here? for I know _He_ couldn't."

M'Carthy replied, winking towards the kitchen, "Troth she'll tell you
that story; give me another drink o' fwhiskey and water. Oh, I'm hardly
able to sit up, I'm getthi' so drowsy. A wink o' sleep, I may say,
didn't crass my eye these three nights; an' I'd wish to stretch myself
beside the poor boy widin. I'm an my keepin', boys, and fwhin you know
that the law was at my heels fwhor the last foive weeks, you'll allow I
want rest: throth I must throw myself somewhere."

"Go in, then, poor fellow, and lie down," said the same individual, who
acted as spokesman; "we know how you must feel, wid the hell-hounds of
the law affcher you: here, Jack, hould the candle for him, and help
him to move over poor Lanty to make room for him; and Mrs. Cassidy," he
called m a louder voice, "bring us another bottle."

"Faith, to tell you the truth," replied Jack, "I'd rather not; I don't
like to go near a dead body."

"Here," said the person called Dick, "give me the candle: poor fellow!
it is rest you want, and God forbid we wouldn't do everything in our
power for you."

They then entered the apartment, and M'Carthy was about to lay himself
beside the corpse, when his companion tapped him significantly on
the shoulder, and, his finger on his lips pointed to the window and
immediately whispered in his ear: "I will leave the windy so that it will
open at wanst: three of us knows you, Mr. M'Carthy I will sing a song
when I go in again, which they will chorus; fly then, for it's hard to
say what might happen: the day is now breakin' and you might be known--in
that case I needn't tell you what your fate would be."

He then returned to his companion having carefully closed the door after
him so as to prevent, as much as possible the motions of M'Carthy from
being seen or heard. On rejoining them he observed "well, if ever a poor
boy was fairly broken down, and he is--throth he was no sooner, on the
bed than he was off; an' among ourselves, the sleep must be heavy on him
when he could close his eyes an' a dead man in the bed wid him."

CHAPTER XIII.--Strange Faces--Dare-Devil O'Driscol Aroused

We have already stated that the proctors daughters had relieved their
mother from the duty which, that kind-hearted woman ha