im."

"An' are you going back to Dublin now, sir?" asked Keane, over whose
mind Linton's influence had become dominant, and who actually dreaded to
be left alone, and without his guidance.

Linton nodded an assent.

"But you 'll be down here at the trial, sir?" asked Tom, eagerly.

"I suspect not," said Linton. "If not summoned as a witness, I'll
assuredly not come."

"Oh, murther!" exclaimed Tom. "I thought I 'd have you in the 'Coort,'
just to look up at you from time to time, to give me courage and make
me feel bowld; for it does give me courage when I see you so calm and so
azy, without as much as a tremble in your voice."

"It is not likely that I shall be there," rejoined Linton; "but mind,
if I be, that you do _not_ direct your eyes towards me. Remember, that
every look you give, every gesture you make, will be watched and noted."

"I wondher how I'll get through it!" exclaimed the other, sorrowfully.

"You'll get through it admirably, man, if you'll only think that you are
not the person in peril. It is your conscience alone can bring you into
any danger."

"Well, I hope so! with the help of--" The fellow stopped short, and a
red flush of shame spread itself over features which in a whole life
long had never felt a blush.

"I 'd like to be able to give you something better than this, Tom," said
Linton, as he placed a handful of loose silver in the other's palm,
"but it is safer for the present that you should not be seen with much
money."

"I owe more than this at Mark Shea's 'public,'" said Tom, looking
discontentedly at the money.

"And why should you owe it?" said Linton, bitterly. "What is there in
your circumstances to warrant debts of this kind?"

"Did n't I earn it--tell me that?" asked the ruffian, with a savage
earnestness.

"I see that you are hopeless," said Linton, turning away in disgust.
"Take your own course, and see where it will lead you."

"No--you mean where it will lead us," said the fellow, insolently.

"What! do you dare to threaten me? Now, once for all, let this have an
end. I have hitherto treated you with candor and with kindness. If you
fancy that my hate can be more profitable than my friendship, say so,
and before one hour passes over your head I 'll have you committed to
prison as an accessory to the murder."

"I ax your pardon humbly--I did n't mean to anger yer Honer," said the
other, in a servile tone. "I'll do everything you bid me--and sure you
know best w