ar at the time."

"But what do you think they'd do to the Captain to-night, Denis?"

"Faix then, yer riverence, I don't know what they'd be
doing,--murther him, maybe."

"God forbid! But, Denis, those men from Drumleesh could hardly know
Captain Ussher was going to be at the wedding to-night."

"Oh! yer riverence, they'd know it well enough from Pat Brady."

"But you don't think your wife's brother would join a party to murder
Ussher?"

"Why then, Father John--I think it's just he that would be putting
the others up to it."

"Good gracious, Denis! and what would he get by such deeds as that?
Isn't he comfortable enough."

"It isn't them as is poorest, is always the worst. But any how,
Father John, if you'd come back, and yer riverence wouldn't mind for
the onst jist sitting it out--jist dhrinking a dhrop at an odd time,
or colloguing a bit with owld Mr. Tierney, till we get the Captain
out of that, shure they'd never be doing anything out of the way as
long as yer riverence is in it."

"It isn't here--in the house, where there are so many
together--they'd attack him, even if they meant to do so; and I don't
think they mean it to-night; but it's on his way home--and my going
back would not in any way prevent that. But why don't you at once
tell Captain Ussher, and warn him that you fear he is not safe among
those fellows at night."

"That's jist what I did then; but he's so foolish, and so bowld,
there's no making him mind what one would say. I did tell him, Father
John, that I was afeared that there would be some lads in it wouldn't
be his well-wishers. But he laughed at me, and towld me there were
none of the boys through the counthry war so fond of him as those
Reynoldses and Byrnes, and all them others down at Drumleesh."

"Well, Denis, and what can I do more; if he laughs at you, why
wouldn't he also laugh at me?"

"Why, yer riverence, you and he are frinds like; besides, he wouldn't
trate the like of you as he would such a one as I; why I believe he
don't think the poor are Christians at all."

"It's true enough for some of them; but what would you have me do? I
couldn't walk back to Mohill by his horse's side;--and I tell you if
they attack him at all, it will not be at the house there, but on his
way home."

"'Deed then. Father John, any way I wish he was well out of that."

"It seems, Denis, it's yourself you're thinking of, more than the
Captain."

"Shure, and why wouldn't I--and I just ma