I'll take the masther, and, Kineely, do you take the man." The companions of the Rapparee could not avoid laughing at the comic courage displayed by Cummiskey, and were about to intercede for him, when O'Donnel, which was his name, stamped with fury on the ground and asked them if they dared to disobey him.

This sobered them at once, and in less than a minute Mr.Folliard and Andy were placed upon their knees, to await the terrific sentence which was about to be executed on them, in that wild and lonely moor, and under such appalling circumstances.

When placed in the desired posture, to ask that mercy from God which they were not about to experience at the hands of man, Squire Folliard spoke: "Red Rapparee," said he, "it is not that I am afraid of death as such, but I feel that I am not prepared to die.

Suffer my servant and myself to go home without harm, and I shall engage not only to get you a pardon from the Government of the country, but I shall furnish you with money either to take you to some useful calling, or to emigrate to some foreign country, where nobody will know of your misdeeds, or the life you have led here." "Randal, my man," added Andy, "listen to what the gentleman says, and you may escape what you know yet.

As for my master, Randal, let him pass, and take me in his place.