The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-11-13
broad-sword cut, if you waste any more time
in asking questions. So out and forward ut

once"
shemus Fadha, for he it was, either was, or
affected TO be terrified for instant. The
next, however, he jumped across the> hedge,
and calling on his comrade, a younger aud
slighter MANN fact. no other than our ac-
quaintance Tony Grehan-to ding by his spade
and follow him, he pushed boldly forward
alongside Sir John and his three companions
Now, them" said Sir John, as 1 see you
are willing and fearless rascal you shall have
quietly"
The troopers were directed to lead their
horses still and clear away, as rapidly rs pos
sible, any obstacle that might intervene be-
tween them and the point of the strand to-
wards which Sir John and the captain, with
their two companions, should precede them
with Sir John and the captain afore," said
Heavisides, addressing Donald Frazer, and
pointing to Shepns-"Aint he like the lad
as was shot last Hautum COMM hout o. the
Mass place ~ continued the op-serjeant-ma-
Jor, after having again closely regarded the
person of the guide
"weel," rejoinsd Frazer, whose eye had
~ the either wrong. Certes the lad has an
unco likeness to yon chiel, wha met wi the ac-
cident in the Massplace. But, gin it's the
same mon, he mann ha' thruv weel since, as
yon's a strappin' GUNNER noo."
Pom my sowl, }" said Tim Murphy, Frazer's
comrade, 81 don't doubt mt all but yourself
and Sandy's in the right box, SERGEANT, though
surely have the luck of Thousand to get over
his shattered leg SO well. l helped to carry
HING an, II it's himself, q fine patient he was,
without Q .grunt OF groan, nee nsogon shin,
sthrappin' fellow since. hope he won't give
us the slip an lave as in the Iurch-I wondher
does Sir John or the captain know he was shot
wan Sunday for bsin, 81 y ts2A !. i.
yosaa ~ sass n sss f sisl d
he shows 'oni the short N,
-" Nae mair nor wad VIVA mixed tho 5urum
whether she was papist'cal, preiatical or co
venanted."
Sir John end Almyer dashed CALAMITY over
the obstructing walls and hedges. Charley
too by the aid of gelding, that pushed him
self through the stone fences, or clamsered
cat-like, over the. eartben ones. kept. nearly
parallel with them, with the trifiing mishap OF
few insignificant falls. But what between
having Maynard animal that SHE'D at every
little obstacle, and his own bad horsemanship
1 which obliged him to search for gaps when
ever he met fence, and even to dismonnt
when he found none, the curate was consider
ably behind when bis companions reached the
strand even the dismounted dragons was
there some minutes before him.
"Now, Aylmer" said Sir John, as the dra
goons came up to the beach, "order your fell
lows to mount"
"The curate is not near u.s." observed Ayl
mer.
"No matter. We can't lose time and he can
/ follow us-Aylmer, your glass again for an In
The glass was again handed to him but af
ter applying it to his eye for a moment, the
haronet nung it back exclaiming, there is nc
use of trying to see anything through those
cursed clouds-they are growing as black as
ink. But he can't have stirred since we saw
her before. Halo, sirrah Ito the guide) Mead
the way and-hark you, Aylmer, are your fel
lows arms in good condition p
"They have been just examined, Sir John
and are in prime order"
"Then let bullet be sent through that fel
low or let him be cloven to the chin, if YOU
perceive the shadow of anything Suspicion
abont his movements-you hear what say
now on, sirrah."
"My ears are wide awake, yer honor; an
suppose you wish me to bring you to tina
smuggin' vessel behind tho point
} Never mind your suppositions for fear you
ears should be shortened, but lead on"
"Why, only mintioned it, yer honor, be
kase if that's what you wanted, after crassin
the sthrand, / could take ye a shorter cut thar
goin' round by the shore and sure enough it,
glad we'd be hereabouts, if yer honor wa
} goin' to Danish the impident vagabones, tina
there's no livin' with since they KEN to tn
point with their dhrinkin an impotence, an
haulin' about poor peoples wives and sweet
hearts,"
"No more words, but push on"
(To be continued.)