Now, sir, for her sake, go home in peace.

Boys, get their horses." Andy Cummiskey would have looked upon all this as manly and generous, but he could not help observing a particular and rather sinister meaning in the look which the Rapparee turned on his companions as he spoke.

He had often heard, too, of his treacherous disposition and his unrelenting cruelty whenever he entertained a feeling of vengeance.

In his present position, however, all he could do was to stand on his guard; and with this impression strong upon him he resolved to put no confidence in the words of the Rapparee.

In a few minutes the horses were brought up, and Randy (Randall) Ruah having wiped Mr.Folliard's saddle--for such was his name--with the skirt of his _cothamore_, and removed the hoar frost or rime which had gathered on it, he brought the animal over to him, and said, with a kind of rude courtesy, "Come, sir, trust me; I will help you to your saddle." "You have not the reputation of being trustworthy," replied Mr.
Folliard; "keep back, sir, at your peril; I will not trust you.