He had disappeared shortly after our arrival, and had not been seen afterwards.

My own thoughts were, however, too engrossing to permit me to think more of this circumstance, and I turned again to enter the house, when I saw Considine advancing up the road at the full speed of his pony.
"Out with the mare, Charley! Be alive, my boy!--all's settled." So saying, he sprang from the pony and proceeded to harness the roan with the greatest haste, informing me in broken sentences, as he went on with all the arrangements.
"We are to cross the bridge of Portumna.

They won the ground, and it seems Bodkin likes the spot; he shot Peyton there three years ago.

Worse luck now, Charley, you know; by all the rule of chance, he can't expect the same thing twice,--never four by honors in two deals.

Didn't say that, though.