which had
occasioned Ussher's death, and the departure of Pat Brady with the
gig, a great many thoughts had passed through Thady's mind, although
he had been in action the whole time. His first idea had certainly
been that Ussher was carrying off Feemy against her will; the last
words which Ussher had spoken before his death, and which were the
only words of his that Thady had heard,--"This is d----d nonsense;
you know you must come now,"--certainly were calculated to make him
think so. But he soon reflected that had this been so, Feemy could
not have been sitting alone in the place where Ussher found her;
besides, her own conduct when she came to herself disproved it. Feemy
had therefore evidently been a consenting party. Still, however,
he thought that he could not but be justified in doing what he had
done in his sister's defence, even though his interference was in
opposition to her wishes. Then he thought of the man himself, whom he
had known so long, seen so frequently, and hated so bitterly. There
he was now--dead--a cold corpse--entirely harmless, and unable to
injure him or his more. But Thady already felt his enemy's blood
heavy on his conscience, and he would have died himself to see him
rise on his feet. Thoughts as to his own safety crowded on his mind;
he felt that if he intended boldly to justify the deed, he should
himself declare what he had done--see that the body was properly
taken care of--and give himself up at once to the police. As to the
fact of his having killed the man, that he had declared to his sister
before he had at all thought what his conduct ought to be, and he had
done the same to Brady; it was useless for him therefore to attempt
to conceal it, even if he had wished to do so. But he felt afraid
to give himself up to the police; he abhorred the idea of what he
thought would be the disgrace of being in confinement; and instead
of going, as he at first thought to have done, at once to Father
John, and telling him all that had happened, he listened to Brady's
traitorous advice, and determined to take himself, at any rate for a
time, to the fancied security of Joe Reynolds and his haunts.

After Brady had departed he stood on the road, till he could hear no
longer the sound of the retreating wheels, and while standing there
determined he would not leave the place, for the last time perhaps,
till he had told his father what had happened, and ascertained
whether Feemy had recovered. He ref