r, "I'm afeard myself, too, that the wrath
o' the Almighty has marked them out. Indeed, I'm sure of it."

"An' maybe that's not the only lie you're sure of," replied Jemmy. "It's
a subject, any way, you don't undherstand. No," he proceeded, "by all
accounts, Charley, it would wring any one's heart to see him taken away
in his ould age from his miserable family and childre, and then he's so
humble, too, and so resigned to the will an' way o' God. He's lyin'
ill in the gaol. I seen him yestherday--I went to see him an' to say
whatever I could to comfort him. God pity his gray hairs! an'--hem--have
compassion on him and his this day!"

The poor fellow's heart could stand the sudden contemplation of Dalton's
sorrow no longer--and on uttering the last words he fairly wept.

"If I had known what it was about," he proceeded; "but that ould
scoundrel of a Prophet--ay, an' that other ould scoundrel of a masther
o' mine--hem ay--whish--but--what am I sayin'?--but if I had known it,
'ud go hard but I'd give him a lift--so that he might get out o' the
way, at any rate."

"Ay," said the pedlar, "at any rate, indeed--faith, you may well say
it; but I say, that at any rate he'll be hanged as sure as he murdhered
Sullivan, and as sure as he did, that he may swing, I pray this day!"

"I'll hould no more discoorse wid that circulatin' vagabone," replied
Jemmy; "I'm a Christian man--a peaceable man; an' I know what my
religion ordhers me to do when I meet the likes of him--and that is when
he houlds the one cheek towardst me to give him a sound Christian rap
upon the other. So to the divil I pitch, you, you villain, sowl and
body, an' that's the worst I wish you. If you choose to be unchristian,
be so; but, be my sowl, I'll not set you the example. Charley," he
proceeded, addressing Hanlon, "I was sent for you in a hurry. Masther
Dick wants you, and so does Red Rody--the villain! and I tell you to
take care of him, for, like that vagabone, Judas, he'd kiss you this
minute and betray you the next."

"I believe you're purty near the truth," replied Jemmy, "but I was near
forgettin'--it seems the Crowner of the country is sick, an' there can't
be an inquest held till he recovers; if he ever does recover, an' if
it 'ud sarve poor ould Dalton, that he never may, I pray God this
day!--come away, you'll be killed for stayin'."

Just then young Henderson himself called Hanlon forth, who, after some
conversation with him, turned towards the