Unless they burn the house they could never come at them.

But as this fact is not at all an improbable one--so long as Whitecraft is my unscrupulous and relentless enemy--I shall seize upon the first opportunity of placing them elsewhere." "You ought to do so," said Fergus, "for it is not merely Whitecraft you have to deal wid, but ould Folliard himself, who now swears that if he should lose half his fortune he will either hang or transport you." "Ah! Fergus," replied the other, "there is an essential difference between the characters of these two men.

The father of _Cooleen Bawn_ is, when he thinks himself injured, impetuous and unsparing in his resentment; but then he is an open foe, and the man whom he looks upon as his enemy always knows what he has to expect from him.

Not so the other; he is secret, cautious, cowardly, and consequently doubly vindictive.

He is a combination of the fox and the tiger, with all the treacherous cunning of the one, and the indomitable ferocity of the other, when he finds that he can make his spring with safety." This conversation took place as Reilly and his companion bent their steps towards one of those antiquated and obsolete roads which we have described in the opening portion of this narrative.
"But now," asked Fergus, "where do you intend to go, or what do you intend to do with yourself ?" "I scarcely know," replied Reilly, "but on one thing my mind is determined--that I will not leave this country until I know the ultimate fate of the _Cooleen Bawn_.