e's the
letther---my message is delivered."

M'Carthy read as follows:--"Francis M'Carthy, as you regard the life of
the man that saved yours last night, you won't breathe a syllable about
seein' a young man's corpse last night in the shebeen-house, nor about
anything that happened to you in it, till you hear further from me. If
you're grateful, and a gintleman, you won't; but if you're a traitor,
you will. Your friend, as you act in this."

"Now, Mr. Frank," said the, pedlar, "as you know the danger that's about
you, I say that unless you get out o' the counthry at wanst, you'll only
have a hand in your own death if anything happens. You're, goin' now,
I suppose, to Mr. Purcel's; if you are--if it wouldn't be
troublesome--jist say that the Cannie Soogah will call there in the
coorse o' the mornin' for breakfast."

He then turned off by a different road; and M'Carthy proceeded at, a
very slow pace towards the proctor's, which lay in a right line between
the house to which the White-boy had brought him and O'Driscol's. As
he reached the back yard, by which he intended to enter, anxious to get
himself washed before any of them should see him--he was met by Mogue,
who after a glance or two recognized him at once by his shooting-dress.

"Why thin, good fortune to me, Misther Frank, is this you?"

"It is, Mogue; but I have no time to speak to you now. Only get me soap
and a towel till I wash my face at the pump here. These are strange
times, Mogue, and that was a very suspicious place of refuge to which
you brought me; however, it will go hard or we shall make Mr. Frank
Finnerty speak out, and to some purpose too. Get me soap and towel
quick---I do not wish to be seen with this diabolical-looking face upon
me."

"That I may be blest, sir, but the same face surprises me. Wisha, then,
Mr. Frank, might one ax--"

"No," replied M'Carthy, "do as I have desired you--some other time you
may hear it, but not now."

At this moment, Mogue, who was very circumspect in all his looks as well
as in all his motions, saw by a side glance that Julia, on coming down
the stairs, saw M'Carthy--a circumstance which delighted his very
heart, inasmuch as he resolved to so manage it, that it might be made
to confirm the hint he had already thrown out against M'Carthy--if that
could be called a hint which was a broad and undisguised assertion. He
accordingly watched until an opportunity presented itself of addressing
her apart from listene