arty of revenue police in quest of illicit stills, who
were dressed as policemen though not belonging to the force, and who
were brought in that disguise that they might not be known by their
neighbours whose haunts they were going to disclose.

The momentary success no doubt reconciles this usage to the officer
employing it; but the result must be to create suspicion of
each other among the poor, and fearfully to increase instead of
diminishing crime.

Now that our friend Brady's character is perfectly understood, we
will return to our story; first, however, explaining that he had
witnessed the scene between the attorney and his master, and had
determined to make the most of it.

Thady had turned on the road towards the priest's house without
taking any notice of his dependant, but this Pat could not allow.

"Well, Mr. Thady, you'll live to be even with him yet--the born
ruffian! faix and a good sight more nor even; else it'll be no one's
fault but yer own."

"Even with who?"

"With who now? why didn't I see it with my own eyes?--the born thief
of the world! Didn't he knock flashes out of yer shoulther with
the shilaleh he had--Mr. Keegan, I main? And if it worn't that you
hadn't--bad cess to the luck of it!--your own bit of a stick in your
hand, wouldn't you have knocked the life out of him for the name he
put on your sisther, Miss Feemy?--the blackguard!"

"And did you hear him, Pat?"

"Shure I did, yer honer."

"And did you see him?"

"See him, yes, shure; I seed him riz his big stick, and I thought it
was nigh kilt you were."

"And you heard him call your misthress the name he called; and you
saw him sthrike at me the way he did, and I having nothing but my
fist to help me; and were you so afraid of a man like Keegan, you
wouldn't step forward to strike a blow for me?"

"Afraid of Keegan! No, Masther Thady, I arn't afraid of him; but you
wouldn't have had me come up, jist to witness that you war the first
to strike at him."

"Nonsense! wasn't he the first to call my sisther the name he did?"

"Ah! but that warn't a braich of the pace. You see, Mr. Thady, thim
divils of lawyers is so cute; and av I had come to help you, or
sthrike a blow, or riz my stick, he'd have had both before old Jonas
Brown to-morrow morning; and where'd we've been then? But, Mr. Thady,
as I said before, you'll be more nor even with Mr. Keegan yet, any
way."

"How'll I be even with him, Pat?"

"But where are you going, M