"Don't go, Barry." "The gig will only hold two," said I; "but if his honour gives me leave, I'll be at Knockowen to-morrow." "Certainly," said Gorman.

"And, Barry, say nothing of this.

Leave me to deal with it." "As your honour pleases.

Besides these two by the roadside, you'll find a boy on the top of yonder boulder who wants a lift to the lock-up." "Don't forget to-morrow, Barry," said my lady with her sweetest smile and wave of the hand, as she gathered the reins together.
I stood cap in hand till they had disappeared round the bend, and then took a final look at my captives.
"So you are Barry Gallagher ?" snarled the secretary.
"What of that ?" "Just this, that unless you let me go, and say not a word, your brother Tim shall swing for a rebel before a week's out." It must have been satisfaction to him to see how I was staggered by this.

I had never thought that what I had done to-day might recoil on the head of my own brother.