daughter. He intends, it's
whispered, to take her off; an' it seems, as her father doesn't stand
well with the boys, that Bartle's to get a great body of them to assist
him in bringing her away."

Connor paced his cell in deep and vehement agitation. His resentment
against this double-dyed villain rose to a fearful pitch; his color
deepened-his eye shot fire, and, as he clenched his hand convulsively,
Nogher saw the fury which this intelligence had excited in him.

"No," he proceeded, "it would be an open sin an' shame to let such an
etarnal limb of the devil escape."

It may, indeed, be said that O'Donovan never properly felt the sense
of his restraint until this moment. When he reflected on the danger to
which his beloved Una was exposed from the dark plans of this detestable
villain, and recollected that there existed in the members of the
illegal confederacy such a strong spirit of enmity against Bodagh Buie,
as would induce them to support Bartle in his designs upon his daughter,
he pressed his hand against his forehead, and walked about in a tumult
of distress and resentment, such as he had never yet felt in his bosom.

"It's a charity it will be," said Nogher, shrewdly availing himself of
the commotion he had created, "to stop the vagabone short in the coorse
of his villany. He'll surely bring the darlin' young girl off, an'
destroy her."

For a few moments he felt as if his heart were disposed to rebel against
the common ordinances of Providence, as they appeared to be manifested
in his own punishment, and the successful villainy of Bartle Flanagan.
The reflection, however, of a strong and naturally pious mind soon
enabled him to perceive the errors into which his passions would lead
him, if not restrained and subjected. He made an effort to be calm, and
in a considerable degree succeeded.

"Nogher," said he, "let us not forget that this Bartle--this--but I will
not say it--let us not forget that God can asily turn his plans against
himself. To God, then, let us lave him. Now, hear me--you must swear
in His presence that you will have neither act nor part in doing him
an injury--that you will not shed his blood, nor allow it to be shed by
others, as far as you can prevent it."

Nogher rubbed his chin gravely, and almost smiled at what he considered
to be a piece of silly nonsense on the part of Connor. He determined,
therefore, to satisfy his scruples as well as he could; but, let the
consequence be what