out wid her kickin'
an' schraichin'. Tim ran to grip him, but Satan tossed him back like a
ball an' he fell on the flure.

"'Howld on till I shtick him,' says Lord Robert, pullin' out his soord.

"'Come on, ye bosthoon,' says Satan to him. 'Sure the saint 'ull be on us
if we don't get away quick,' an' bedad, as he said thim words, the dure
opened, an' in come Saint Tigernach wid a bucket av wather on his arrum
an' in a hurry, fur he misthrusted something.

"'God's presince be about us,' says the blessed saint, whin he saw the
divil, an' the turkey-bumps begun to raise on his blessed back an' the
shweat a-comin' on his face, fur he knewn Satan well enough, an' consaved
the owld felly had come fur himself be razon av a bit o' mate he ate that
day, it bein' av a Friday; axceptin' he didn't ate the mate but only
tasted it an' then spit it out agin to settle a quarl bechune a butcher
an' a woman that bought the mate an' said it was bad, only he was afeared
Satan didn't see him when he sput it out agin. 'God's presince be about
us,' says the saint, a-crossin' himself as fast as he cud. In a minnit
though, he seen it wasn't him, but Kathleen, that was in it, an' let go
the wather an' caught the blessed crass that was hangin' on him wid his
right hand an' gripped Satan be the throat wid his lift, a-pushin' the
crass in his face.

"The divil dhropped Kathleen like it was a bag av male she was, an' she
rolled over an' over on the flure like a worrum till she raiched the
althar an' stuck to it as tight as the bark on a tree. An' a fine thing it
was to see the inimy av our sowls a-lyin' there trimblin', wid the saint's
fut on his neck.

"'Glory be to God,' says the saint. 'Lie you there till I make an example
av ye,' says he, an' turned to look fur Lord Robert, bekase he knewn the
two o' thim 'ud be in it. But the Sassenagh naded no invitation to be
walkin' aff wid himself, but whin he seen phat come to the divil, he run
away wid all the legs he had, an' the witch wid him, an' Tim afther thim
wid a whoop an' a fishtful av shtones. But they left him complately an'
got away disconsarted, an' Tim come back.

"'Raise up,' says Saint Tigernach to the divil, 'an' shtand in the
corner,' makin' the blessed sign on the ground afore him. 'I'm afther
marryin' these two at wanst, widout fee or license, an' you shall be the
witness.'

"So he married thim there, while the divil looked on. Faix, it's no lie
I'm tellin' ye; it's not the o