I'm wondherin', aunt, what 'ud happen if she'd know the place." "She can't, girshah--an' what if she does?
She may know the place, but will the place know her?
Rody's friend says the best way is to do for her; an' I'm afeard of her, to tell you the truth--but we'll settle that when they come.

There now is the gate where we'll sit down.

Give a cough till we try if they're------whist! here they are!" The voices of two men now joined the conversation, but in so low a tone, that Lamh Laudher could not distinctly hear its purport.
[Illustration: PAGE 91-- With stealthy pace he crept over] The road along which they traveled was craggy, and full of ruts, so that a car could be heard in the silence of night at a considerable distance.
On each side the ditches were dry and shallow; and a small elder hedge, which extended its branches towards the road, afforded Lamh Laudher the obscurity which he wanted.

With stealthy pace he crept over and sat beneath it, determined to witness whatever incident might occur, and to take a part in it, if necessary.

He had scarcely seated himself when the car which they expected was heard jolting about half a mile off along the way, and the next moment a consultation took place in tones so low and guarded, that every attempt on his part to catch its purport was unsuccessful.