aid to himself, "to join the boys, and as
I have my own party among them that'll stand to me, we'll have the best
chance. I'm to take charge o' the girls for him, after the men's shot;
an' it'll go hard if I don't do him out o' the one he's set upon. If I
sted in the house, as I intended at first, maybe it's a bullet from the
boys I'd get into me. No--no--every way--think of it as I will, it's
my wisest plan to cut; an' at any rate, he'd find me out now about the
blunderbuss. Have her, however, I will, or lose a fall for it."

This was Mogue's last appearance but one about the proctor's
establishment.

John Purcel, on inquiring for the blunderbuss at the gunmaker's heard
that Mogue had waited until the ramrod was put in, after which the
man said he brought it home; a fact which Purcel never doubted. On the
contrary, he felt annoyed at his own stupidity for not having asked
Mogue the question before he went; and he consequently blamed himself
more than he did Mogue. On his way home, however, he met Mogue; and it
is necessary to state that none of the Purcel family returned to their
house, for a considerable time past, by the same way, unless indeed very
rarely. Mogue had come out upon the road, which he was crossing just as
John turned a corner, and came plump upon him.

"What is the reason, Mogue," he asked, "That you didn't let me know you
had brought home the blunderbuss?"

"That I may be happy, Mr. John, but it was bekaise you didn't ax me; an'
a beautiful new ramrod it has now, at any rate."

"Where are you bound for, Mogue?"

"Why, up to Harry Sproule's for paper and writin' things for the ladies.
Any news in Lisnagola, Mr. John?"

"Nothing that's good, at any rate," replied the other; "except that the
country, Mogue, must be put under martial law."

He set spurs to his horse on uttering these words, and immediately rode
on.

"Ay," said Mogue, as he looked bitterly after him, "there you go, you
blasted tyrant!

"Martial law! Ah, if I had her from among you, I didn't care the divil's
blazes had you all, as they will soon; an' that may be, I pray Jasus
this day! Martial law! ah, bad luck to you!"

On reaching home, John Purcel made no immediately inquiry about the
blunderbuss, having taken it for granted that all was right, nor was
Mogue's disappearance or treachery at all suspected, until late in 'the
course of the night.

Twilight was now setting in, when a strange man called at the proctor's
and sa