--and
I'm sure I hate Popery, and that's enough."

CHAPTER XXIX.--Solomon Suffers a Little Retribution

--Requests Widow Lenehan to "Wrestle" for Him--Deaker's Death-Bed--Dies
Loyally Whistling the Boyne Water.

The conversation had proceeded thus far, when Lanty Gorman, already
spoken of, knocked at the door, and asked to see Mr. M'Clutchy.

Val went to the hall.

"Well, Lanty, what's the matter?--how is your master?"

"Plaise your honor," said the lad, "I think you ought to go to him; he's
at the last gasp, sir; if you'd see the way his face is, and his eyes."

"He is worse, then?"

"I don't think it's so much sickness, sir, as--"

"As what?"

"As the liquor, your honor; he's at the Glorious Memory, sir, till he's
nearly off; he thinks it's the Boyne wather he's drinkin' it in, sir,
otherwise I don't b'lieve he'd take so much of it. _Sheemus a Cocka_ and
the cart's in the yard, sir; Darby said you wanted them."

"Take _Sheemus a Cocka_ to h--l, sir," said Phil, "we don't want
him--he's a kind of papist; take him away to h--l out of this."

"I can only take him to the gates, sir; unfortunately there's no
entrance there for a papish, Captain Phil; if we could only get him to
turn Protestant, sir, it's himself 'ud get the warm welcome. But," he
proceeded, addressing Val, "wouldn't it be a charity, sir, to go over
and see the state he's in; Tom Corbet, the butler, says its a burnin'
sin and shame to look at him, widout any one near him but that vagabone,
Miss Fuzzle, an' he dyin', like a dog."

"I shall be there immediately," replied Val. "Bring the ass home again;
we do not want him. Now, Phil," he proceeded, "I shall ride over, to see
how matters are going on; and in the meantime I think it would be well
to get Hanlon, and those other two who were out with Darby for his
protection--for the fellow pretends to be afraid, and carries arms--it
would be as well, I say, to get two or three additional affidavits
against this Easel prepared by my return; for we must make our case as
firm as we can. Whether the fellow's a Popish Agent, or whether he's
not, doesn't matter a curse. I don't think he is myself; but at all
events it will be a strong proof in the eye of the government, that we
are at least vigilant, active, and useful men. I will entrust his arrest
to you, and you shall have the full credit of it at headquarters. I hope
soon to have you on the Bench. Only I do beg, that for your own sake and
mi