One of them, with a keener scent than his fellows, discovered my sister's track--made himself familiar with her person and apparel--and announced her movements with a mournful accuracy.

He conjectured, not unjustly, that my haunts must be near the scene of her wanderings.

Completely absorbed by the one idea of gratifying the curiosity of his readers, he seemed indifferent to the conclusion, which, to a mind less engaged, would appear palpable, and inevitable--namely, that what was information to our anxious friends would equally serve the purpose of our watchful pursuers.
It became, therefore, dangerous to have her continue any longer with or near us.

A hasty dinner was prepared, and we arranged to meet our host next day within a mile of Dungarvan.

Never did parting look more like a last one than mine with my sister, on that occasion.