" continued Thady, "if you don't like him, boys, I can
tell you he don't like you a bit better; and if he can contrive to
call himself masther at Ballycloran, as I can tell you he manes to
try, it's not one of you he'll lave on the land."

"Did he tell you that himself, Mr. Thady?" whispered Brady. Now
though young Macdermot was nearly drunk--quite drunk enough to
have lost what little good sense was left to him, after being fool
enough to come at all among those with whom he was at present
drinking--still what Ussher had said about his follower was not
forgotten, and though he did not absolutely believe that Brady was a
creature of Keegan's, what he had heard prevented his having the same
inclination to listen to Pat, or the same confidence in what he said.

"Faith then, he told me so with his own mouth; and it isn't only the
others 'd be going, but you'd have to walk yourself, masther Pat."

"And why wouldn't I? D'ye think I'd be staying at Ballycloran afther
you war gone, Mr. Thady?"

"Don't be making any vows, Pat; maybe you wouldn't be axed, and
maybe, av you war, you wouldn't refuse to ate yer bread, though it
war Keegan paid for it."

"That the first mouthful may choke me that I ever ate of his paying
for!"

"Well, however, boys, Hyacinth Keegan will sthrip the roof off
every mother's son of you if he ever conthrives to put his foot in
Ballycloran; but, by God, he never shall! Mind, boys, he can never do
that till he can lay his hands on the owld man; and where'll you all
be, I wonder, to let him or any one he sends do that, or take a sod
of turf, or a grain of oats off the land either?"

"By dad, you're right, Mr. Thady," said one of them. "Shure wouldn't
we have him in a bog-hole, or as many as he'd send; and then they
might take away what they could carry in their mouths."

"I'll tell you what, Sir," said Joe Reynolds, and he laid his hand
on Thady's knee, and leant forward till his mouth was near the young
man's ear--so near, that not only could not McGovery overhear his
words, but of the whole party round the fire, only Brady and Byrne,
besides Thady himself, could catch what he said; "I'll tell you what,
Sir, Keegan shall never harum you or yours, if you'll be one of
us--one of us heart and sowl; and I know you will, and I know it's
not in you to put up with what they're putting on you; an' dearly
he'll pay for the blow he strik you, an' the word he said--surely,
Mr. Thady!" And he whispered still