My own servant will assist me." This seemed precisely the arrangement which the Rapparee and his men had contemplated.

The squire, in mounting, was obliged, as every man is, to use both his hands, as was his servant also, while assisting him.
They consequently put up their pistols until they should get into the saddles, and, almost in an instant, found themselves disarmed, and prisoners in the hands of these lawless and unscrupulous men.
"Now, Squire Folliard," exclaimed the Rapparee, "see what it is not to trust an honest man; had you done so, not a hair of your head would be injured.

As it is, I'll give you five minutes to do three things; remember my uncle, the priest, that you transported." "He acted most illegally, sir," replied the old man indignantly; "and, in my opinion, I say that, in consequence of his conduct, the country had a good riddance of him.

I only wish I could send you after him; perhaps I shall do so yet.

I believe in Providence, sirra, and that God can protect me from your violence even here." "In the next place," proceeded the Rapparee, "think of your daughter, that you will never see again, either in this world or the next." "I know I am unworthy of having such an angel," replied the old man, "but unless you were a cruel and a heartless ruffian, you would not at this moment mention her, or bring the thoughts of her to my recollection." "In the last place," continued the other, "if you have any thing to say in the shape of a prayer, say it, for in five minutes' time there will be a bullet through your heart, and in five more you will be snug and warm at the bottom of the loch there below--that's your doom." "O'Donnel," said Andy, "think that there's a God above you.