Let no man move." The men hurriedly placed the women and children so that they were protected from the first onslaught of the soldiery.
Then the men of St.Kernan's Hill, armed with huge stones and sticks, turned to meet the troops.
Mr.Roche, the resident-magistrate, rode at their head.
"Arrest that man," he cried, pointing to O'Connell.
An angry growl went up from the mob.
Father Cahill hurried to him: "Don't interfere with them, Mr.Roche.For the love of heaven, don't.
There'll be murder here to-day if ye do." "I have my instructions, Father Cahill, and it's sorry I am to have to act under them to-day." "It isn't the people's fault," pleaded the priest; "indeed it isn't." "We don't wish to hurt them.

We want that man O'Connell." "They'll never give him up.

Wait till to-night and take him quietly." "No, we'll take him here.

He's given the police the slip in many parts of the country.

He won't to-day." The magistrate pushed forward on his horse through the fringe on the front part of the crowd and reined up at the foot of the mount.
"Frank Owen O'Connell, I arrest you in the Queen's name for inciting peaceable citizens to violence," he called up to the agitator.
"Arrest me yerself, Mr.Magistrate Roche," replied O'Connell.
Turning to an officer Roche motioned him to seize O'Connell.
As the officer pressed forward he was felled by a blow from a heavy stick.
In a second the fight was on.
The magistrate read the riot-act.
He, together with Father Cahill, called to the mob to stop.