A moody revery seemed to steal over him; and he was evidently displeased with himself for his want of tact in not discovering the three Mr.Trenches of Tallybash, though he only caught sight of their backs.
Mickey Free interrupted not the frame of mind in which he saw conviction was slowly working its way, but by gently humming in an undertone the loyal melody of "Croppies Lie Down," fanned the flame he had so dexterously kindled.

At length they reached the small town of Kinnegad.

While the coach changed horses, Mr.Crow lost not a moment in descending from the top, and rushing into the little inn, disappeared for a few moments.

When he again issued forth, he carried a smoking tumbler of whiskey punch, which he continued to stir with a spoon.

As he approached the coach-door he tapped gently with his knuckles; upon which the reverend prelate of Maronia, or Mesopotamia, I forget which, inquired what he wanted.
"I ask your pardon, gentlemen," said Billy, "but I thought I'd make bold to ask you to take something warm this cold day." "Many thanks, my good friend; but we never do," said a bland voice from within.
"I understand," said Billy, with a sly wink; "but there are circumstances now and then,--and one might for the honor of the cause, you know.