The sounds of marching troops: the unintelligible words of command, broke in on them.
Father Cahill plunged in amongst them.

"The constabulary," he cried.
"Back to your homes." "Stay where you are," shouted O'Connell.
"I beg you, my children! I command you! I entreat you! Don't have bloodshed here to-day!" Father Cahill turned distractedly to O'Connell, crying out to him: "Tell them to go back! My poor people! Tell them to go back to their homes while there's time." Turning his back on the priest, O'Connell faced the crowd: "You have taken your oath.

Would you perjure yourselves at this old man's bidding?
See where the soldiers come.

Look--and look well at them.

Their uniforms stand for the badge of tyranny.