I will now leave you, and I don't think I shall be able to see you again for a week to come." "Before you go let me ask if you know a vagabond called Ranting Rody, who goes about through the country living no one knows how ?" "No, I do not know him; what is he ?" "He's nothing except a paramour of Caterine Collins's, who, you know, is a rival of ours; nobody here knows anything about him, whilst he, it appears, knows every one and everything." "He would make a good conjurer," replied Woodward, smiling.
"If the fellow could be depended on," replied the other, "he might be useful; in fact, I am of opinion that if he wished he could trace _Shawn-na-Middogue's_ haunts.

The scoundrel attempted just now to impose upon me in the dress of a woman, and, were it not that I knew him so well, he might have got my beard stripped from my face, and my bones broken besides; but I feel confident that if any one could trace and secure the outlaw, he could--I mean with proper assistance.

Think of this." "I shall find him out," replied Woodward, "and sound him, at all events, and I think through Caterine Collins I may possibly secure him; but we must be cautious.

Good-by; I wish you success!" After which he passed through the crowd, exclaiming, "A wonderful man--an astonishing man--and a fearful man; that is if he be a man, which I very much doubt.".