There, he determined, they should remain until after dark, when he could secure both without risk, and see what might be done with them.
"Now," thought he, "that I've Solomon in a double pickle--for he can't inquire about the letter without letting it be seen that he tould a lie, and practised a bit of knavery, any how--an' as regwdin' the other thing, I have him fast." In the meantime, Father M'Cabe, who had read M'Slime's paragraph in the Castle Cumber "True Blue," respecting Darby's conversion, had a sharp eye out for him, as they term it in the country.

Indeed, after two or three vain attempts to see him, the Rev.gentleman was satisfied with sending him a gentle message of congratulation upon his change of creed, which was significantly wound up by a slight hint, that he might, probably, on their next meeting, give him a nice treat, but of what particular description was not communicated.

Darby having secured the letters as described, was proceeding at a pretty quick pace towards Mr.
Lucre's, when, whom should he meet in a narrow part of the way, which was enclosed between two immense white thorn hedges, through which any notion of escape was impracticable--but the Rev.Father M'Cabe.

He tried every shift--looked back as if he expected some friend to follow him--then to the right--again to the left--then stooped to examine the ground, as if he had lost something of value or importance.

At length, finding every other trick useless, he adopted that one so common among boys in desperate cases--we mean the attempt to make a mask of the right shoulder in order to conceal the face.