If it was only for the sake of her, that is not here, the _Cooleen Bawn_, I would do it." "Who goes there ?" asked a deep and powerful voice when the parties had come within about twenty yards of each other.
"By the powers!" exclaimed Andrew in a whisper, "it's himself the Red Rapparee!" "We are friends," he replied, "and have lost our way." The other party approached, and, on joining our travellers, the Rapparee started, exclaiming, "What, noble Squire, is it possible that this is you?
Hut! it can't be--let me look at you closer, till I make sure of you." "Keep your distance, sir," replied the old man with courage and dignity; "keep your distance; you see that I and my servant are both well armed, and determined to defend ourselves against violence." An ominous and ferocious glance passed from the Rapparee to his comrades, who, however, said nothing, but seemed to be resolved to guide themselves altogether by his conduct.

The Red Rapparee was a huge man of about forty, and the epithet of "Red" had been given to him in consequence of the color of his hair.

In expression his countenance was by no means unhandsome, being florid and symmetrical, but hard, and with scarcely any trace of feeling.

His brows were far asunder, arguing ingenuity and invention, but his eyes, which were small and treacherous, glared--whenever he became excited--with the ferocity of an enraged tiger.

His shoulders were broad, his chest deep and square, his arms long and powerful, but his lower limbs were somewhat light in proportion to the great size of his upper figure.