You must go into your own room, raise the window, and he will soon be there." "What is that, Poll," said Mary, seriously alarmed, "I thought I heard the sound of low voices among the trees there.

Who are they, or what is it ?" "Make haste," said Poll, leading the way, "go round to your room and come to the window.

It's an awful business--there is people there in the clump--be quick, and when you come to the window raise it, and I'll tell you more through it." Mary, in a state of great terror, felt that ignorant as she was of the dangers and difficulties by which she was surrounded, she had no other alternative than to be guided by Poll, who seemed to know the full extent of the mysterious circumstances to which she made such wild and startling allusions.
Poll immediately proceeded to Miss M'Loughlin's bed-room, the window of which was soon opened by Mary herself, who with trembling hands raised it no higher than merely to allow the necessary communication between them.
"You don't know, nor could you never suspect," said Poll, "the struggles that Misther Phil is makin' for you and yours.

This night, maybe this hour, will show his friendship for your family.

And now, Mary M'Loughlin, if you wish to have yourself and them safe--safe, I say, from his own father's blood-hounds," and this she hissed into her ear, squeezing her hand at the same time until it became painful--in a voice so low, earnest, and condensed, that it was scarcely in human nature to question the woman's sincerity; "if," she continued, "you wish to have them safe--and Harman safe, be guided by him, and let him manage it his own way.