sellor Browbeater has wrote to Mr.
Lucre, and Mr. Lucre spoke to me, so that it's all the same as if the
Castle had wrote to myself---and axed me if I knewn anything about him."

"Well, what did you say?"

"Why, I said I did not, and neither did I then; but may I never die in
sin, but I think I have a clue to him now."

"Well, and how is that?"

"Why, sir, as I was ordhering the tenantry in wid the cars and carts
to remove M'Loughlin's furniture, I seen this Weasand along wid Father
Roche, and there they were--the two o' them--goin' from house to house;
whatever they said to the people I'm sure I don't know, but, anyhow,
hell resave--hem."

"Take care, Darby," said Val, "no swearing--I fear you're but a bad
convert."

"Why, blood alive, sir," replied Darby, "sure turnin' Protestant, I
hope, isn't to prevent me from swearin'--don't themselves swear through
thick and thin? and, verily, some of the Parsons too, are as handy at
it, as if they had sarved an apprenticeship to it."

"Well, but about this fellow, the Spy?"

"Why, sir, when I ordhered the cars the people laughed at me, and said
they had betther autority for keepin' them, than you had for sendin'
for them; and when I axed them who it was, they laughed till you'd think
they'd split. I know very well it's a _Risin_ that's to be; and our
throats will be cut by this blackguard spy, Weasand."

"And so you have got no cars," said Val.

"I got one," he replied, "and meetin' Lanty Gorman goin' home wid Square
Deaker's ass--King James--or Sheemus a Cocka, as he calls him--that
is, 'Jemmy the Cock,' in regard of the great courage he showed at the
Boyne--I made him promise to bring him up. Lanty, sir, says the Square's
a'most gone."

"Why, is he worse?" asked Val, very coolly.

"Begad, sir, sure he thinks it's the twelfth o' July; and he was always
accustomed to get a keg of the Boyne Wather, whenever that day came
round, to drink the loyal toasts in; and nothing would satisfy him but
that Lanty would put the cart on Sheemus a Cocka, and bring him a keg of
it all the way from the Boyne. Lanty to plaise him, sets off wid himself
to St. Patrick's Well, where they make the Stations, and filled his keg
there; and the Square, I suppose, is this moment drinkin', if he's able
to drink, the Glorious Memory in blessed wather, may God forgive him, or
blessed punch, for it's well known that the wather of St. Patrick's Well
is able to consecrate the whiskey any day, glor