ny ould
coins about him. Many a time--no, I don't say many a time--but twic't
I did it, and found it well worth my while, too. Some of these ould
scamers lie wid a purse o' goolden guineas under their head, and won't
confess it till the last moment. Who knows what this ould lad may have
about him? I'll thry anyhow," said the drunken ruffian; "It's not aisy
to give up an ould custom, Molly--the sheriff, my darlin', for that. I
aised him of his fines, and was near strikin' a double blow--I secured
his pocket-book, and made a good attempt to hang Willy Reilly for the
robbery into the bargain. Now, hang it, Molly, didn't I look a gentleman
in his' clothes, shoes, silver buckles, and all; wasn't it well we
secured them before the house was burned? Here," he added, "take a
sneeshin of this," pulling at the same time a pint bottle of whiskey
out of his pocket; "it'll rise your spirits, an' I'll see what cash this
ould codger has about him; an', by the way, how the devil do we
know that he doesn't understand every word we say. Suppose,
now--(hiccup)--that he heard me say I robbed the sheriff, wouldn't I be
in a nice pickle? But, tell me, can you get no trace of Reilly?"

"Devil a trace; they say he has left the country."

"If I had what that scoundrel has promised me for findin' him out or
securin' him--here's--here's--here's to you--I say, if I had, you and I
would"--Here he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, as much as to
say they would try another climate.

"And now," he proceeded, "for a search on the shake-down. Who knows but
the ould fellow has the yellow boys (guineas) about him? "--and he was
proceeding to search Fergus, when Mary flew at him like a tigress.

"Stop, you cowardly robber!" she exclaimed; "would you bring down the
curse and the vengeance of God upon both of us. We have enough and too
much to answer for, let alone to rob the ould an' the poor."

"Be aisy now," said he, "I'll make the search; sure I'm undher the
scoundrel Whitecraft's protection."

"Yes, you are, and you're undher my protection too; and I tell you, if
you lay a hand upon him it'll be worse for you."

"What--what do you mane?"

"It's no matther what I mane; find it out."

"How do I know but he has heard us?"

We must now observe that Fergus's style of sleeping was admirably
adapted for his purpose. It was not accompanied by a loud and unbroken
snore; on the contrary, after it had risen to the highest and
most disagreeable i