I do not like the expression of your face--it is bad; worse I have seldom seen." "Be that expression what it may, sir," replied Woodward, "by the heavens above me I shall rest neither night nor day until I put an end to Shawn-na-Middogue." "In the meantime you shall have no assistance from me, Harry; and it ill becomes your mother's son--the woman whose cruelty to the family made him what he is--to attempt to hunt him down.

On the contrary, I tell you as a friend to let him pass; the young man is desperate, and his vengeance, or that of his followers, may come on you when you least expect it.

It is not his death that will secure you.

If he dies through your means, he will leave those behind him who will afford you but short space to settle your last account." "Be the consequences what they may," replied Woodward, "either he or I shall fall." He left the room after expressing this determination, and his step-father said,-- "I'm afraid, Maria, we don't properly understand Master Harry.

I am much troubled by what has occurred just now.