"Look at thim," he continued, pointing to his followers drawn up in line.

"A part of my following, and as fine irrigular cavalry as ever threw leg over saddle .-- Look here, young man, ye're in luck, for ye'll have the honour of serving in Captain Eustace Moriarty's troop." "You are Captain Eustace Moriarty ?" said my father.
"I am, sor." "Then I must tell you, sir," said my father, "that though I have taken up land here and made it my home, I claim my rights as an Englishman not to make myself a traitor by taking up arms against my Queen." "A thraitor!" cried the captain.

"Bah! That for the Queen;" and he snapped his fingers.

"But ye're not asked to serve now.

That can wait till ye're wanted.