Where are you shot, Darby ?" "Oh, vo--vo--on the right hip--but--oh, sweet Jasus, what will become of us if we're to die here--may the devil clap his cruibs (* Talons; claws) in the sowl of him that done it!" "Amin, I pray the blessed Saviour this night! Do you think, Darby, he was a traitor, and done it a purpose ?" "Oh, mavrone, oh!--if I die widout the priest, what 'ud become o' me, an' all the sins I have to answer ?" "I say, was the villain a traitor, do you think ?" "Mavrone, oh!--blessed Lord forgive me--well--I can hardly think so--didn't he volunteer along wid yourself an' myself--oh, sweet Jasus! what a life I lead--oh, Mark Ratigan, Mark Ratigan, what will become o' me!---I swore away the lives of two innocent men--I proved three alibis for three of as black villains as ever stretched a rope or charged a blunderbush! 'Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come'-- oh, Lord! forbid that yet a while! could you join in a _Leadhan wurrah ?_" "Blast you, you thick-headed vagabone! don't you know it's wrong to call me Mark Ratigan--isn't Phil Hart my name now ?--no, I tell you, that I can't join you in a _Leadhan wurrah_--nor I didn't think you wor such a d--d cowardly hound as you are--can't you die--if you're goin' to die--like a man, an' not like an ould woman?
Be my sowl, Darby, my boy, afther this night I'll never trust you again.

It's yourself that 'ud turn traitor on your country and her cause, if you got the rope and hangman at your nose." "Holy Mary, mother of God! pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, amin! Oh, sweet Jasus! have parsecution on me this night, an' spare me if it's your blessed will, till I get time to repint properly anyhow.

Mark, darlin', are you gettin' waker, for I am ?" "To blazes wid you, and don't bother me--no, I'm not--I've tied my handkerchy about the place I was shot in, an' stopped the blood--eh--here--well done, Mark--hem--Phil Hart, I mane--bravo--see--that now--instead of bleatin' like a dyin' sheep, I've stopped the blood, an' here I am able to stand and walk.

Come," said he, approaching his companion, "where are you shot ?--let us see ?" He stooped down, and on examining the Wound by the light of the moon, perceived at once that it was not all imagination and evil conscience.
He consequently forced him to his legs, then bound up the wound with the fellow's handkerchief just as he had done his own, and in a few minutes they were able to resume their journey, slowly, it is true, and on the part of Ratigan, whose wound was the more serious, with a good deal of difficulty and pain, notwithstanding his hardihood.
In the meantime, M'Carthy was soon overtaken by the friendly Whiteboy, whose speed; of foot was indeed extraordinary.

On seeing, the dagger in his pursuer's hand--for such he deemed him to be--he had prepared himself for resistance, the fact being, than in consequence of their blackened faces, and the state of perturbation and excitement in which he felt himself, he was in no condition to recognize any of the party unless by their voices.
"Don't be alarmed," exclaimed the stranger, approaching him, "I have saved your life for this night most likely, by takin' the, life of them that intended to murder you." "I certainly feel," replied M'Carthy, "that I owe my life to you, and I know not what return I can make you for it.