The next moment there were several sharp raps at the door; John Canty ceased from snoring and said-- "Who knocketh?
What wilt thou ?" A voice answered-- "Know'st thou who it was thou laid thy cudgel on ?" "No.

Neither know I, nor care." "Belike thou'lt change thy note eftsoons.

An thou would save thy neck, nothing but flight may stead thee.

The man is this moment delivering up the ghost.

'Tis the priest, Father Andrew!" "God-a-mercy!" exclaimed Canty.