farther until
his voice died away and he sat gazing into space.

"Aye, indeed, and mebby you'll be gettin' one," cried Weaver Jimmie,
wagging his head. "Pete Nash himself told me that Dan Murphy and that
Connor crew an' all them low Irish would be saying at the corner the
other night that they would jist be gettin' up a Fenian Raid o' their
own some o' these fine days, an' be takin' the Glen, whatever."

"Horo!" Callum Fiach arose and came forward, the joy of a conflict
dancing in his eyes. "Hech, but I wish they would!"

"Whisht ye, Callum!" cried his father sternly. "Let the evil one
alone. I'll have no son o' mine mixin' with such goin's on!"

The young man eyed his father laughingly. "You'd stay at home if there
was a Fenian Raid, wouldn't you?" he asked teasingly.

Big Malcolm glanced uneasily towards his wife. His was a hard position
to fill amid the fighting MacDonalds; his whole life was a struggle
between his inherited tendencies and his religious convictions. He
preached peace on earth and good will towards all men; and believed
implicitly that the meek should inherit the earth; but his warlike
spirit was always clamouring to be up in arms, and sometimes, in spite
even of the strong influence of his wife, it broke all bounds. He
shook his head at his son's raillery and made no reply. Not for a long
time had he yielded to temptation, but he felt it was not safe to boast.

"Well, if the Fenians ever come to take Canady again, I hope I'll be
there!" cried Rory gaily, breaking into an old warlike Jacobite air.

Weaver Jimmie threw one leg over the other, with great nonchalance.
"They may take Canady, whatever; but they'll not be taking Oro!" he
remarked firmly.

"Kirsty 'll be lookin' after Oro!" cried Callum. "Losh, but she'd bang
the senses out of the wildest Fenian that ever grew, if she got after
him!"

"They didn't take much when they did come," said Long Lauchie's Hugh.
"Only a few bullets. Say, though, don't you wish you'd been there?"

Scotty listened, his heart torn with conflicting emotions. He wanted
to fight the Fenians now, but with Danny a Fenian, and Nancy and Hash
Orangemen, what would become of him? He guessed that Callum had some
scheme afoot and he kept close to him all evening and heard him
conferring with Long Lauchie's boys in low tones. There was something
about the Murphys, and getting them stirred up, and finally a compact
to all be at the glen the following afte