he who did do it, did be
hung for it, what matther in life to him? That may do very well for
Masther Thady, but by the powers, it'll not do for me!"

"Well, you can be spaking to him yourself to-morrow."

"Yes, but you must be getting him jist to come out, and spake to us;
jist dhraw him out a bit, you know."

"Well then, boys, I've said as much to the Masther already, and he
expects to meet you up there."

"That's the sort, Pat! and av he'll but join us, divil a fear at
all for Captain Ussher. Come, my boys, we'll dhrink the gentleman's
health, as would be only dacent and proper of us, seeing the great
throuble he's at with us."

"But where'll ye get the whiskey, Joe?" said Corney; "I don't think
mother Mulready 'll be too quick giving you thrust."

"That's thrue any way; which of ye's got the rint among yer? come,
Pat, fork out for once."

"Is it for all of ye? I'll stand a glass for myself, and one for
Joe."

"Well, Jack," said Corney, "you and I 'll have a dhrop together; you
shan't say I let you go away dhry."

The rest made it up among them; and Kathleen, having duly received
the price in advance, brought in a glass of spirits for each. The
widow Mulready had only two glasses, and they therefore had to drink
one after the other. Joe took his first, saying, "And there's more
power and success to you, Captain Ussher; and it's a fine gentleman
is the only name for ye; but av you're above the sod this day three
months, may none of us that is in it this night ever see the blessed
glory!"

And they all drank the toast which their leader gave them.

They now prepared to leave; but not so quickly but that Mrs. Mulready
had to give them very forcible hints that she wanted quiet possession
of her bed-room; and much animated conversation passed on the
occasion.

"And now, an't ye a pretty set of boys, the whole of ye, blackguards
that ye are! that ye can't dhrink yer sperrits quietly, in a lone
woman's house, but you must be bringing the town on her, by yer
d----d ructions; and av I niver saw the foot of any of ye agin, it's
little I'd be grieving for ye."

"Quit that, you ould hag of the divil! or I'll give you more to talk
about than'll plaze you."

"Is it you, Joe? by the mortial then, if ye don't quit that, you'll
soon be having a stone roof over yer head. By the blessed Virgin,
I'll be the hanging of you av you don't be keeping yerself to
yerself."

"Is it hanging yer talking of? And where'll you