Even the two sentinels were called from their posts and replaced, in order that they might join.
Finally the leader cried,-- "Is that the whole of ye ?" "No," cried my custodian, pushing me forward with the butt-end of his gun.

"There's a boy here, plaze your honour, captain, that we took this day.

It's him that gave Larry Dugan his death that night we visited Knockowen." The leader turned me to the moonlight and scrutinised my face sharply.
"I had forgotten him," said he; "he should have been left behind .-- That was a bad business at Knockowen." "'Deed, sir," said I, plucking up a little heart at the mildness of his manner, "I did no more than your honour would have done in my shoes; I defended the women.

And as for Larry Dugan, it was a mischance he was hit." A hurried consultation took place among the chief of the confederates, during which I was left standing in suspense.
It was against me that I had been present and overheard all this business of the oath.

That, it was evident, weighed more against me than the part I had taken in the defence of the Knockowen women.