The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-06-22

| an honf, or less, the police Will De up Will
Jamesy Doyle, and we shall be all right"
The conversation was now so frequen fly in
| terrupted in getting over bitches and through
hedges, and they had said much of wha
they had to say, that they were nearly quit
Emon pointed out TO his father the easies
place to get over ditch, or through o hedge
or up the face of hill. Both their hea rtl
were evidently in their journey. No less thu
fathers than the sons the will made the
way.
The dappled specks of red had still an houl
| to lumber ere the dawn awoke, and they bad
reached the spot; there WAS the bridge, the
Bober-na Milthiogue of our first chapter, with
in q stones throw of them. They crept to the
| battlement and peered into the pass. As yot
| no sound of horse cart, or whispered word
reached their ears.
"They must be some distance off, yet, faith
err" said Enron thank God! The police will
have the more time to lie up"
"Sheuld we not hide, Emon?"
Certainly; and if tho police come up be-
fore they do, they should hide also. That viii
lain is mounted and if q strong defence of
the pass were shown too soon, he would turn
and put spurs to his horse"
As he spoke distant noise was heard of
horses feet and unmutfied wheels. The muf-
fling had all been taken off as soon as they had
reached the far end of the pass between the
mountains, and they were now Fastening their
speed;
said Enron, who now felt more than ever the
dangerous position he had placed his father in
and the fearful desolation his loss would cause
in bis mothers heart and in his home; He
leave Tom himself to ire, father. 1 know he
will be the man on horseback. Let you lay
hold of the horses head under the cart, and
knock one of the mon or both, down like
lightning, if you can. You have your knife
ready to cut the cords shat tie her I"
have. Enron; and don't you fear me one
of them shall tumble at all events, almost be-
fore they know We arc on them. 1 hope may
XIII him ont an ont: mi Jht then he able
for the other two. DO You think Tom is arm
ed !" he added, turning pale. But it was SO
dark Enron did not see it.
am not sure, but think not. He cannot
have expected opposition"
"God grant it, Enron! don't want to hold
you back, but don't be fool-hardy,' dear boy"
DO you want to COW ME, father, as you said
yourself just nowf'
No, Enron. But stoop, stoop, here they
are"
Crouching behind the battlcments of the
bridge, these two resolute men waited the APP
proach of the cavalcade. AS they came to the
mouth of the pass the elder Lennon sprang to
the head of the horse under the cart, and,
who drove such a blow, as felled him from the
shaft upon which he sat. Enron had already
seized the bride of the horseman who still
wore the mask, and pushing the horse back
ward on his launches, he made a fierce blow at
the riders head with his stick But lie had
darted his heels-spurs he had none-into his
horses sides, which made him plunge forward
rolling Enron on the ground. Forward to the
cart the rider then rushed crying out, " On,
on with the CART" But Lemons father was
still fastened on the horses head with his left
hand, while with his right he was alternately
defending himself against the two men, for the
first had somewhat recovered, who were in
Tom Murdoch would have ridden him down
also, and turned the battle in favor of a pas
sage through; but Enron had regained his
feet, and was again fastened in the horses
bride, pushing him back on his Launches,
hoping to get at the riders head, for hitherto
Here Tom Murdoch felt the ant of the spurs,
for his horse did not spring forward with life
and force enough upon his assailant.
A fearful struggle now ensued between
{ them. The men ut the cart had not yet cleared
them by old Lennon, who defended himself
ably, and at the some time attacked them fu- |
riously. He had not time however, to cut the
cords by which Winny was bound. A single |
pause in the use of his stick for that purpose |
would have been fatal. Neither had he been |
in getting beyond his first position
at the horses head. During the whole of this
attack and defence, poor Winny Cav
ana, who had managed to shove herself up in
a sitting posture in the cart, continued to cry
out, Oh, Tom Murdoch, Tom Murdoch. even
now give me up to these friends and be gone
and swear there shall never be a word more
about it,"
But ToD- Murdoch was not the man either to
S'eld to entreaties, or to be baff1ed in his pur-
butt end of his whip about the head and
shoulders as we'll as he could across his horses
head, which Lennon had jndiciously kept be-
tween them, at times making q jump up and
striking at Tom with his stick.
Matters had now been INTERRUPTED too long
10 please Tom MURDOCH and darling his Leels
once more into his horses sides, he sprapg
forward, rolling young Lennon on the road
again.
"All right now, lads ~ he cried : ION, ON
with the cart |" and he rode at old Lennon.
who still held his ground against both his an.
tagonists manfully.
But all was not right. A cry of The no.
lice, the police :" issued from one of the men Mt
The cart, and Jamesy Doyle with four police
men were seen hurrying up the boreen from
the lower road.
Perhaps it would be unjust 10 accuse Tom
Murdoch of cowardice even theu-it was not
one of his faults-if upon seeing an accession
ot four armed policemen he turned TO fly. lea ,
wing his companions in for it. Oue of them
ded too; but Pat Lennon held the other fast | {
AS Tom turned to traverse the mountain
path back again at full speed, Lennon, who {
had recovered himself, sprang like a tiper I
'nce more at the horses head Now or never 8
le must stay his progress. t
Tom Murdoch tore the mask from his face a
md, pulling loaded pistol from his breast, he
aid: Lennon, it was not my intention to |
njure you when l saw you fret spring M from
he bridge tonight; nor will do SO now. if r