He declined, however, entering into any explanation, and the father proceeded-- "Yes! I know you are innocent, John; I can swear that you didn't leave this house from nine o'clock last night up to the present minute." "Father," said Lamh Laudher, "don't swear that, for it would not be true, although you think it would.

I was out the greater part of last night." His father's countenance fell again, as did those of his friends who were present, on hearing what appeared to be almost an admission of his guilt.
"Go," said the old man, "go; naburs, take him with you.

If he's guilty of this, I'll never more look upon his face.

John, my heart was crushed before, but you're likely to break it out an' out." Lamh Laudher Oge's deportment, on hearing himself charged with robbery, became dogged and sullen.

The conversation, together with the sympathy and the doubt it excited among his friends, he treated with silent indignation and scorn.