'Take off your great-coat, Ned,' said one of his people, when they were going to put him up; 'take it off, man.' He seemed to hesitate for an instant, when Michael Blake remarked, 'Arrah, let him alone; it's his mother makes him wear it, for the cold he has.' They all began to laugh at this; but I kept my eye upon him, and I saw that his cheek grew quite livid and a kind of gray color, and his eyes filled up.

'I have you now,' said I to myself, and I shot him through the lung." "And this poor fellow," thought I, "was the only son of a widowed mother." I walked from the spot to avoid hearing further, and felt, as I did so, something like a spirit of vengeance rising within me, for the fate of one so untimely cut off.
"Here we are, all ready," said Malowney, springing over a small fence into the adjoining field.

"Take your ground, gentlemen." Considine took my arm and walked forward.

"Charley," said he, "I am to give the signal; I'll drop my glove when you are to fire, but don't look at me at all.

I'll manage to catch Bodkin's eye; and do you watch him steadily, and fire when he does." "I think that the ground we are leaving behind us is rather better," said some one.
"So it is," said Bodkin; "but it might be troublesome to carry the young gentleman down that way,--here all is fair and easy." The next instant we were placed; and I well remember the first thought that struck me was, that there could be no chance of either of us escaping.
"Now then," said the count, "I'll walk twelve paces, turn and drop this glove; at which signal you fire, and _together_ mind.