That was bad enough; but what was worse, he was a Rathmullan man, and the warrant for his capture had been given a week ago by a magistrate across the lough.
"I'll warrant you that was Maurice Gorman did it," said some one.
At the name I crept further back behind the door, and stood like a mouse.
"The very man," said another.

"He's a dirty thraitor.

He can let the boys well enough alone when he loikes." "Whisht!" said another; "he's away at Malin this very week after more, and his men with him.

I tell you what I'm thinking, Larry," continued the speaker, who had drunk somewhat, "this--" "Howld yer tongue," said the first speaker in a whisper.

"Do you know no better than blather at the top of your voice like that ?" "I'm thinking," continued the other, retreating towards the door, and beckoning the others around him, "that it'd do Maurice a world of good to have his winders broken." "Ay, and not by pebbles.