The illness was, however, but trifling and temporary, and the necessity of acting enabled me at once to shake it off.

After nightfall, we proceeded to the appointed interview.

We travelled in a common car, accompanied by four others, all armed.

Our haunt was a poor cabin on the roadside, near a place called Moloch, in the neighbourhood of Carrick.

There I bid my faithful young friend good night, but was doomed not to see him afterwards.