It was many years before Father Cahill heard of him again.

He had developed meanwhile into one of the most daring of all the fervid speakers in the sacred Cause of Liberty.

Many were the stories told of his narrow escapes from death and imprisonment.

He always had the people on his side, and once away from the hunt, he would hide in caves, or in mountains, until the hue and cry was over, and then appear in some totally unexpected town and call on the people to act in the name of Freedom.
And that was exactly what happened on this particular day.

He had suddenly appeared in the town he was born in and called a meeting on St.Kernan's Hill that afternoon.
It was this meeting Father Cahill was determined to stop by every means in his power.
He could hardly believe that this tall, bronzed, powerful young man was the Frank O'Connell he had watched about the village, as a boy--pale, dejected, and with but little of the fire of life in him.