g the propagation of general principle.

This truth, coming from Flanagan's lips, they themselves, some of whom
had executed its spirit, knew but too well. The difference, however,
between their apprehension, so far as they were individually concerned,
was not much; Flanagan had the person to fear, and his opponents the
principle.

Redhead, however, who knew that whatever he had executed upon
delinquents like himself, might also upon himself be visited in his
turn, saw that his safest plan for the present was to submit; for indeed
the meshes of the White-boys' system leave no man's life safe, if he
express hostile opinions to it.

"Bartle," said he, "you know I'm no coward; an' I grant that you've a
long head at plannin' anything you set about. I don't see, in the mane
time, why, afther all, we should quarrel. You know me, Bartle; an' if
anything happens me, it won't be for nothin. I say no more; but I say
still that you throw the danger upon uz, and don't--"

"Rouser Redhead," said Bartle, "give me jour hand. I say now, what I
didn't wish to say to-night afore, by Japurs, you're worth five men; an'
I'll tell you all, boys, you must meet the Rouser here to-morrow night,
an' we'll have a dhrink at my cost; an', boys--Rouser, hear me--you all
know your oaths; we'll do something to-morrow night--an' I say again,
Rouser, I'll be wid yez an' among yez; an' to prove my opinion of the
Rouser, I'll allow him to head us."

"An', by the cross o' Moses, I'll do it in style," rejoined the
hot-headed but unthinking fellow, who did not see that the adroit
captain was placing him in the post of danger. "I don't care a damn what
it is--we'll meet here to-morrow night, boys, an' I'll show you that I
can lead as well as folly.

"Whatever happens," said Bartle, "we oughtn't to have any words or
bickerin's among ourselves at any rate. I undherstand that two among yez
sthruck one another. Sure yez know that there's not a blow ye giv to a
brother but's a perjury--an' there's no use in that, barin an' to help
forid the thruth. I'll say no more about it now; but I hope there'll
never be another blow given among yez. Now, get a hat, some o' yez, till
we draw cuts for six that I want to beat Tom Lynchagan, of Lisdhu; he's
worken for St. Ledger, afther gettin' two notices. He's a quiet, civil
man, no doubt; but that's not the thing. Obadience, or where's the
use of our meetin's at all? Give him a good sound batin', but no
further--break no