I turned round; it was Mickey Free, who was standing with a most profound admiration of Maurice beaming in every feature of his face.

"It's yourself has a joke for every hour o' the day." "Get to the rear, Mike, get to the rear with the cattle; this is no place for you or them." "Good-night, Mickey," said Maurice.
"Good-night, your honor," muttered Mike to himself; "may I never die till you set a leg for me." "Are you dressed for the ball ?" said Maurice, fastening the white tape upon my arm.

"There now, my boy, move on, for I think I hear Picton's voice; not that it signifies now, for he's always in a heavenly temper when any one's going to be killed.

I'm sure he'd behave like an angel, if he only knew the ground was mined under his feet." "Charley, Charley!" called out O'Shaughnessy, in a suppressed voice, "come up quickly!" "No.

24, John Forbes--here! Edward Gillespie--here!" "Who leads this party, Major O'Shaughnessy ?" "Mr.Beauclerc, sir," replied O'Shaughnessy, pushing me forward by the arm while he spoke.
"Keep your people together, sir; spare the powder, and trust to your cold iron." He grasped my hand within his iron grip, and rode on.
"Who was it, Dennis ?" said I.
"Don't you know him, Charley?
That was Picton.".