Tim will have to go the whole hog if he's to lead us.

There's hunting down to be done, I warn you, as well as fighting." "Anyhow, Tim's the boy for us, and I propose him.

He's due back this week, if he's not caught by his honour's ferrets." "That brings us to the other matter," said the man already spoken of as Flanagan, the secretary, in whom I recognised one of my old persecutors, "and it's about that same vermin.

I've a letter from the Ulster Committee bidding us deal with Gorman in a way that's best for the good of Ireland." "That means a bullet in him," said one man bluntly.
"Faith, and you've hit it, my lad.

We've been squeamish enough." "It's got to be done, and soon, or he'll get the upper hand of us.
There's men of his away seizing the arms in Rathmullan and Milford this week--him as was the manes of bringing them in too!" "It's one man's job.