Submit to be kissed, or I am a dead man." His eyes told her that he was truly and fearfully in earnest.

Her head sank on his bosom.

As he bent down and kissed her, three men approached from their hiding-place among the trees.

They had no doubt been watching him, under orders from the murderous brotherhood to which they belonged.

Their pistols were ready in their hands--and what discovery had they made?
There was the brother who had been denounced as having betrayed them, guilty of no worse treason than meeting his sweetheart in a wood! "We beg your pardon, my lord," they cried, with a thoroughly Irish enjoyment of their own discomfiture--and burst into a roar of laughter--and left the lovers together.