Could I only have used my sail I might have led them a pretty dance out into the open.

As it was, without arms, one to four, and in a little, broad-beamed tub, I could do nothing but haul down my sail and wait their pleasure.
"Martin was right this time," I heard him who had fired the shot say, as he leisurely reloaded.
I was in doubt whether I was to be made an end of then and there, or allowed the mockery of a trial.
"What's your will ?" said I, as they came alongside.

"You've no need to scratch the paint of his honour's boat, anyway." They said nothing, but hauled me bodily into their own craft, and tied me hand and foot.
"Save your breath," said one presently, "till it's wanted." And I was flung like a sack on the floor of the boat.
"What'll we do with yon ?" said another, knocking his oar against the Knockowen boat.
"Capsize her and let her drift," said the leader of the party.
So my old craft, which had carried me so often, and not me only but my little lady whom it seemed I was never to see more, was upset and turned adrift, to carry, for all I knew, the message of my fate to any whom it might concern.
It was almost dark already, and by the direction my captors rowed I concluded I was to be taken, not to Rathmullan, but to a landing-place nearer the lough mouth.

They cruised about till it was quite dark, and then put in for a point called Carrahlagh, some miles south of my old home on Fanad.

Here my feet were loosed and I was ordered to march with my company inland.