My friends O'Neil and O'Sullivan shared my cell with me, and are following me." He added his weight to that of Mike, and it was not long before O'Neil came down; but not so quietly as Desmond had done, for his strength had failed him, and the rope had slipped rapidly through his fingers, and Mike and Desmond narrowly escaped being knocked down by the suddenness with which the descent was made.

He stood for a minute, wringing his hand, and swearing in an undertone in English, Irish, and French.
"By the powers," he said, "it has taken the skin off the inside of my hands, entirely! A red-hot poker could not have done it more nately! "Mike, you rascal, what are you laughing at?
I have a mind to break your bones before thanking you." O'Sullivan succeeded better, but was completely exhausted when he joined his friends.
"Now, Mike, where are the disguises ?" "Here they are, your honour.

They are just like my own.

Loose coats, rough breeches, white stockings and buckled shoes, and soft hats with wide brims.

I thought that you would pass better, like that, than in any other way; for if you were dressed up as citizens, your tongues might betray you, for somehow they don't speak English as we do; and whenever I open my mouth, they discover that I am an Irishman." Desmond laughed.
"There would be no difficulty about that.