He is already in custody, and you, Mr.Folliard, may thank God that you are not a murderer this night.

As a father, I grant that an apology may be made for your resentment, but not to the shedding of blood." "Lanigan! villain! treacherous and deceitful villain!" shouted the squire, "it was your perfidy that deprived me of my revenge.

Begone, you sneaking old profligate, and never let me see your face again.

You did not load my pistols as you ought." "No, sir," replied Lanigan, "and I thank God that I did not.

It wasn't my intention to see your honor hanged for murder." "Mr.Folliard," observed the sheriff, you ought to bless God that gave you a prudent servant, who had too much conscience to become the instrument of your vengeance.