The sense of danger, however, at once roused me to action.

'Hark ye, Mr.Fitzsimons,' said I; 'I will tell you why I was obliged to alter my name: which is Barry, and the best name in Ireland.

I changed it, sir, because, on the day before I came to Dublin, I killed a man in deadly combat--an Englishman, sir, and a captain in His Majesty's service; and if you offer to let or hinder me in the slightest way, the same arm which destroyed him is ready to punish you; and by Heaven, sir, you or I don't leave this room alive!' So saying, I drew my sword like lightning, and giving a 'ha! ha!' and a stamp with my foot, lunged within an inch of Fitzsimons's heart, who started back and turned deadly pale, while his wife, with a scream, flung herself between us.
'Dearest Redmond,' she cried, 'be pacified.

Fitzsimons, you don't want the poor child's blood.

Let him escape--in Heaven's name let him go.' 'He may go hang for me,' said Fitzsimons sulkily; 'and he'd better be off quickly, too, for the jeweller and the tailor have called once, and will be here again before long.