This was received with three cheers, and before I left the 'Molly' every man-jack of them had disappeared under the table.

Dan himself, however, kept tolerably sober, and promised, on account of his friendship for One-eyed Dick, to have the whole kit safe at Phil Doolan's by twelve o'clock next night, and with this assurance I made my exit from the premises, and steered for the 'George and Dragon.' "The lieutenant agreed with me in thinking that it would cause too much uproar to attack the 'Molly Bawn.' He congratulated me on my success in laying a trap for the people, and promising to meet me at the Cove, he ordered a car, and drove off in the direction of the _Norfolk's_ boat.

Early next morning I started to reconnoitre the ground and organize my plan of operations.

I found Phil Doolan's mansion to be a mud-built tenement, larger, and standing apart from, the houses that then constituted the village.

It was ostensibly a sailor's lodging-house and tavern for wayfarers, but, like the 'Molly Bawn,' was in reality a rendezvous of smugglers, occasionally patronized by fugitive poachers and patriots.