And the worst of it was, that big Paddy Mullin, from Mullaghmore, having met me in old Darby Doyle's, poor man, where I went to take a little refreshment, ordered in something to eat, and began to make me play for him.

There was a Protestant in the house, too, so that I couldn't tell him who I was, and I accordingly began, and soon cleared the house of them.

God bless you, sir, you could little dream of all I went through.

I was one day set in the house I was concealed in, in the town of Ballyrogan, and only for the town fool, Art M'Kenna, I suppose I'd have swung before this." "How was that ?" asked Reilly.
"Why, sir, one day I got the hard word that they would be into the house where I was in a few minutes.

To escape them in my own dress I knew was impossible; and what was to be done?
The poor fool, who was as true as steel, came to my relief.