who know you best, say as well as they. Begone,
madam--leave the room; it was your damned oppression made the boy a
tory. Begone, I say--I will bear with your insolence no longer."

He stood up as he spoke--his eye flashed, and the stamp of his foot
made the floor shake. Mrs. Lindsay knew her husband well, and without a
single syllable in reply she arose and left the room.

"Harry," proceeded his stepfather, "I shall take no proceedings against
that unfortunate young man--tory though he be; I would resign my
magistracy sooner. Do not, therefore, count on me."

"Well, sir," said he, with a calm but black expression of countenance,
"I will not enter into domestic quarrels; but I am my mother's son."

"You are," replied Lindsay, looking closely at him--"and I regret it. I
do not like the expression of your face--it is bad; worse I have seldom
seen."

"Be that expression what it may, sir," replied Woodward, "by the heavens
above me I shall rest neither night nor day until I put an end to
Shawn-na-Middogue."

"In the meantime you shall have no assistance from me, Harry; and it ill
becomes your mother's son--the woman whose cruelty to the family made
him what he is--to attempt to hunt him down. On the contrary, I tell
you as a friend to let him pass; the young man is desperate, and his
vengeance, or that of his followers, may come on you when you least
expect it. It is not his death that will secure you. If he dies through
your means, he will leave those behind him who will afford you but short
space to settle your last account."

"Be the consequences what they may," replied Woodward, "either he or I
shall fall."

He left the room after expressing this determination, and his
step-father said,--

"I'm afraid, Maria, we don't properly understand Master Harry. I am
much troubled by what has occurred just now. I fear he is a hypocrite
in morals, and without a single atom of honorable principle. Did you
observe the expression of his face? Curse me if I think the devil
himself has so bad a one. Besides, I have heard something about him that
I don't like--something which I am not going to mention to you; but I
say that in future we must beware of him."

"I was sorry, papa, to see the expression of his face," replied Maria;
"it was fearful; and above all things the expression of his eye. It made
me feel weak whenever he turned it on me."

"Egad, and it had something of the same effect on myself," replied her
father. "Th