"We were all expecting some splendid catastrophe in the morning; that your companion turned out to be the Duke of Leinster, at least--or perhaps a rebel general, with an immense price upon his head." "Neither the one nor the other," said Fin, drily.
"And do you mean to say there never was any clue to the discovery of him ?" "The entire affair is wrapt in mystery to this hour," said he.

"There was a joke about it, to be sure, among the officers; but the North Cork never wanted something to laugh at." "And what was the joke ?" said several voices together.
"Just a complaint from old Mickey Oulahan, the postmaster, to the Colonel, in the morning, that some of the officers took away his blind mare off the common, and that the letters were late in consequence." "And so, Doctor," called out seven or eight, "your friend turned out to be--" "Upon my conscience they said so, and that rascal, the serjeant, would take his oath of it; but my own impression I'll never disclose to the hour of my death.".