There's this to say--I shall go from this place to Dublin Castle, and shall tell them there--without mentioning your name--what you've told about the French raid.

Now, by God, you're a traitor! You oughtn't to live, and if you'll send your seconds to me I'll try and do with you as I did with Leonard Mallow.

Only mark me, Erris Boyne, I'll put my sword into your heart.

You understand--into your filthy heart!" At that moment the door of the room opened, and a face looked in for an instant-the face of old Swinton, the landlord of the Harp and Crown.
Suddenly Boyne's look changed.

He burst into a laugh, and brought his fists down on the table between them with a bang.
"By Joseph and by Mary, but you're a patriot, Calhoun! I was trying to test you.