Whether you're able to guess at him or not, I don't know; but the thruth is, Rody, I've taken a likin' to you--an' if you'll just stand the trial I'm goin' to put you to, I'll be a friend to you--the best you ever had too." "Well, Charley," said the other, plucking up courage a little, for the fellow was a thorough coward, "what is the thrial ?" "The man," continued Hanlon, "that betrayed you gave me one account of what you're about; but whether he tould me thruth or not I don't know till I hear another, an' that's yours.

Now, you see clearly, Rody, that I'm up to all as it is, so you need not be a bit backward in tellin' the whole thruth.

I say you're in danger, an' it's only trustin' to me--mark that--by trustin' faithfully to me that you'll get out of it; an', plaise the fates, I hope that, before three mouths is over, we'll be both safe an' comfortable in America.

Do you undherstand that?
I had my dhrames, Rody; but if I had, there must be nobody but yourself and me to know them." "It wasn't I that first thought of it, but Donnel Dhu," replied Kody; "I never dreamt that he'd turn thraitor though." "Don't be sayin' to-morrow or next day that I said he did," replied Hanlon.

"Do you mind me now?
A nod's as good as a wink to a blind horse." Rody, though cowardly and treacherous, was extremely cunning, and upon turning the matter over in his mind, he began to dread, or rather to feel that Hanlon had so far over-reached him.