But, after all," he proceeded, "maybe nothing wrong has happened." The mother shook her head: "I know to the contrairy," she replied, "and intended on that very night to bring her to an account about her appearance, but I never had the opportunity." The father here wrung his hands, and his groans were dreadful.
"Could you see Shawn-na-Middogue ?" asked Barney.
"No," replied Davoren; "he, too, has disappeared; and although he is hunted like a bag-fox, nobody can find either hilt or hair of him." "Might it not be possible that she is with him ?" he asked again.
"No, Barney," replied her mother, "we know Shawn too well for that.

He knows how we loved her, and what we would suffer by her absence.

Shawn, though driven to be an outlaw, has a kind heart, and would never allow us to suffer what we are sufferin' on her account.

O, no! we know Shawn too well for that." "Well," replied Barney, meditatively, "there's one thing I'm inclined to think: that whoever was the means of bringing shame and disgrace upon poor Granua will get a touch of his middogue that won't fail as the first did.

Shawn now knows his man, and, with the help of God, I hope he won't miss his next blow.