It appears that he saw your daughter and fell desperately in love with her, and knowin' your strong feeling against Catholics, he gave up all hopes of being made acquainted with Miss Folliard, or of getting into her company.

Well, sir, aware that you were often in the habit of goin' to the town of Boyle, he comes to me and says in the early part of the day, 'Randal, I will give you fifty goolden guineas if you help me in a plan I have in my head.' Now, fifty goolden guineas isn't easily earned; so I, not knowing what the plan was at the time, tould him I could not say nothing till I heard it.

He then tould me that he was over head and ears in love with your daughter, and that have her he should if it cost him his life.

'Well,' says I, 'and how can I help you ?' 'Why,' said he, 'I'll show you that: her ould persecuting scoundrel of a father'-- excuse me, sir--I'm givin' his own words--" "I believe it, Mr.Folliard," said the baronet, "for these are the identical terms in which he told me the story before; proceed, O'Donnel." "'The ould scoundrel of a father,' says he, 'on his return from Boyle, generally comes by the ould road, because it is the shortest cut.

Do you and your men lie in wait in the ruins of the ould chapel, near Loch na Garran'-- it is called so, sir, because they say there's a wild horse in it that comes out of moonlight nights to feed on the patches of green that are here and there among the moors--'near Loch na Gaitan,' says he; 'and when he gets that far turn out upon him, charge him with transportin' your uncle, and when you are levellin' your gun at him, I will come, by the way, and save him.