"Here we are, my boy! Jump out and let us be stirring." "Here, Patsey, my man," said the count, unravelling the prostrate and doubly knotted figure at our feet; "lend a hand, Patsey." Much to my astonishment, he obeyed the summons with alacrity, and proceeded to unharness the mare with the greatest despatch.

My attention was, however, soon turned from him to my own more immediate concerns, and I followed my companion into the house.
"Joe," said the count to the host, "is Mr.Bodkin up at the house this morning ?" "He's just passed this way, sir, with Mr.Malowney of Tillnamuck, in the gig, on their way from Mr.Blake's.

They stopped here to order horses to go over to O'Malley Castle, and the gossoon is gone to look for a pair." "All right," said Considine, and added, in a whisper, "we've done it well, Charley, to be beforehand, or the governor would have found it all out and taken the affair into his own hands.

Now all you have to do is to stay quietly here till I come back, which will not be above an hour at farthest.
Joe, send me the pony; keep an eye on Patsey, that he doesn't play us a trick.

The short way to Mr.Bodkin's is through Scariff.