Beside her was a terrified groom.

She guided her horse straight to the magistrate.

He raised his hat and muttered a greeting, with a glance of recognition.
"Have him taken to 'The Gap,'" she said imperatively, pointing to the motionless body of O'Connell.
"He is under arrest," replied the magistrate.
"Do you want another death on your hands?
Haven't you done enough in killing and maiming those unfortunate people ?" She looked with pity on the moaning women: and then with contempt on the officer who gave the order to fire.
"You ought to be proud of your work to-day!" she said.
"I only carried out my orders," replied the man humbly.
"Have that man taken to my brother's house.

He will surrender him or go bail for him until he has been attended to.

First let us SAVE him." The girl dismounted and made a litter of some fallen branches, assisted by the groom.
"Order some of your men to carry him." There was a note of command in her tone that awed both the officer and the magistrate.
Four men were detailed to carry the body on the litter.