You say he goes well armed, and that is a proof that he feels his own guilt; yes, he goes well armed, you say; so do I, and it will not be the treacherous murderer that he will meet, but the open foe." "Well," replied Caterine, "that is just like you, Shawn; and it is no wonder that the women were fond of you." "Yes," said he, "but the girl that was dearer to me a thousand times than my own life has proved faithless, because there is a stain upon my name--a stain, but no crime, Caterine; a stain made by the law, but no crime.

Had her heart been loyal and true, she would have loved me ten times more in consequence of my very disgrace--if disgrace I ought to call it; but instead of that--but wait--O, the villain! Well, I shall meet him, I trust, before long, and then, Caterine, ah, then!" "Well, Shawn, if she has desalted you, I know one that loves you better than ever she did, and that would never desart you, as Grace Davoren has done." "Ah, Caterine," replied the outlaw, sorrowfully, "I am past that now; my heart is broke--I could never love another.

What proof of truth or affection could any other woman give me after the treachery of her who once said she loved me so well?
She said, indeed, some time ago, that it was her father forced her to do it, but that was after she had seen him, for well I know she often told me a different story before the night of the bonfire and the shower of blood.

Well, Caterine, that shower of blood was not sent for nothing.

It came as the prophecy of his fate, which, if I have life, will be a bloody one." "Shawn," replied Caterine, as if she had not paid much attention to his words, "Shawn, dear Shawn, there is one woman who would give her life for your love." "Ah," said Shawn, "it's aisily said, at all events--aisily said; but who is it Caterine ?" "She is now speaking to you," she returned.