CHAPTER XXI.
A MINUTE later, when Casey rode up out of the darkness, Harry was sitting alone by the window.
'You've seen nothing ?' he said.
Divil a see,' replied the trooper.

'It's sartin to me he ain't within fifty moiles av us this blessed minute.' 'It doesn't seem likely he'd hang round here, does it ?' 'The man ud be twin idyits what ud do it, knowin' we'd be sartin sure to nab him, Misther Hardy.' Harry was not disposed to smile, indeed he scarcely heeded Casey's words; he thought he detected a faint sound of weeping within the house, and his heart was filled with a passionate longing to stand by his dear love in defiance of everything.

Casey, looking down upon him, noted the convulsive movements of his clenched hands, and said with a laugh: 'Sure, 'twould be sorrer an' torinint fer that same Shine if you laid thim hands on him now, me boy.' Harry started to his feet and commenced to fondle the trooper's horse, fearing to follow the train of thought that had possessed him lest he should betray himself.

Shortly after Sergeant Monk returned.
'No go,' he said.

'Anything turned up here, Casey ?' 'Niver a shmell av anythin', sor,' answered the trooper.
'Well, we can raise this siege, Hardy.