Anything else you'll get from me will be a blow; so take care of yourself." "Let him alone, Donnel," said Sullivan; "it's not safe to meddle with one of his name.

You don't know what harm he may do you." "I'm not afeard of him," said the prophet, with a sneer; "he'll find himself a little mistaken, if he tries his hand.

It won't be for me you'll hang, my lad." The words were scarcely uttered when a terrific blow on the eye, struck with the rapidity of lightning, shot him to the earth, where he lay for about half a minute, apparently insensible.

He then got up, and after shaking his head, as if to rid himself of a sense of confusion and stupor, looked at Dalton for some time.
"Well," said he, "it's all over now--but the truth is, the fault was my own.

I provoked him too much, an' without any occasion.