two
men, in ordher to save yours to-night. I must go now and see what state
they're in--whether alive or dead; but before. I go, listen:--tell
the procthor that he has a fearful account to meet, and that soon; let
neither him nor his sons be fool-hardy; say to him, that the wisest
thing he can do is to remove himself and his family into the town of
Lisnagola; or, if he won't do that, to keep his house half-filled with
fire-arms; for I tell you now, the time is not long till he'll need them
all. Tell them not to go out at night at all, or even by day,
unless well armed; and do you yourself take the same advice; and now
good-night. But, listen again: there, you see, is the spot below there,
where the car was to meet you; but there's no car in it, and even if
there was, I wouldn't recommend you to go on it; and if you're goin'
to O'Driscol's don't go up the avenue, but by the back way, behind the
garden, for it's very likely there's another man--and a fearful man, on
the look-out for you, in case you should be missed by us. Farewell, for
the present."

A few minutes brought this kind-hearted Whiteboy back to the spot where
Hourigan and his companion, who was also his cousin, fell. He was a good
deal surprised, but still highly gratified, at not finding them where
they had fallen, as it was a 'proof to him that his aim at either had
not been fatal, as he certainly had no intention of taking their lives,
or of rendering them any greater injury than the infliction of such
wound as might put an end to their pursuit of M'Carthy. On advancing a
little farther, he saw them proceeding, by a different but shorter
path towards the inland country; and being now satisfied, from their
appearance, that they had not been mortally wounded, he left them
to reach home as best they might, and proceeded himself in another
direction.

CHAPTER XI.--The Sport Still Continued.

It is necessary to say here, that Moylan had not the slightest intention
of sending Mr. Purcel's car to meet our friend M'Carthy, inasmuch as he
never for a moment supposed that this devoted youth was likely to leave
the mountains alive. His own egregious vanity, engrafted on a cowardly,
jealous, and malignant disposition, prompted him, ever since he had
been induced by the pedlar, out of a mere banter, to suppose that he had
engaged the affections of Julia Purcel, to look upon this young man as
a person that ought to be got out of his way. In this manner there