The Washington times., 1902-10-19
mo. I did not notice"

well, them was no plovers at ALI
the lads know we'll what's near them
So good-by, an good luck t. ye." '-',i'
Turning back. Emmett hurried to the
yeomen. Going among them from rock
to rock he examined the priming and
flints of their muskets. and in a low
tone gave these instructions.
You will not fire until l give the
word, nor reserve your fire after 1 do
They will march down the pass pres
emily. All who do not fall at our VOL
ley We will capture at the point OF the
bayonet. Silence, ALL
Down the rocky road of the glen came
the trampling of many feet Headed by
Dwyer, his hardy, ragged band came
into view, armed some with pixies,
some with muskets and some with
horsepistols They were still 200 yards
away, when Emmett suddenly ordered:
"Fire!"
harmless .volley burst from the
rocks, and the chagrined yeomen wait
ed with bated breath for the order ia
fix bayonets, while down upon them,
through the smoke, rushed Dwyer and
his men. sf5 sIi
Ground arms!" rang out the voice
of Emmett
Betrayed" roared the ranking ser,
geant, in a rage springing to his feet,
only to be confronted by the pike of a
sturdy mountaineer.
81 surrender" laughngly cried out
Emmet, shaking Dryers hand. A loud
cheer rang out from the throats of the
mountain warriors. and they immedi-
ately picked up the weapons of their
foes.
"Yere nice-built man an jusht the
right size remarked one of Dwyer's
men, John Campbell. better known as
Antrim Jack, addressing the senior ser
Eeant.
What dye mean?" asked the angry
yeoman.
"Oh, jusht that I'm goin' to make a
president t. ye.'' And Jack pulled off
his ragged coat as he spoke and handed
1t to the vanquished one.
II don't want that
Eye might, it's chilly up here on the
hills"
but I'll have my own coat"
An arn't ye goin' to lave it for Sc
curity?"
The yeoman understood, and sullenly
took off his pretty red coat. lacks ac-
tion was initiated by forty-nine OF his
companions. Emmett nodded approval 70
Dwyer.
Now, sergeant" said Emmett, smiling.
are free"
The sergeant in some astonishnent
formed his men into line and marched
them down the mountain side. Passing
through the little village of Donard
their ridiculous garb brought upon them
gibe from the sharp tongue of old
Peggy Coogan, the fishwife. who had
come up early with her cart of merchan-
disc from Baltinglass. She was talking
to two prospective customers rs they
came along, tnu sue bueSseu Iio1ii '"~h
plight that they had unwillingly changed
coats with Dwyer's men.
'Oh, then. good mornin', gintlemen,
but it's airly we wint to the tailors,
said she. We'll, bad cesh to me if I'd
go to Mick Dwyer for a coat after that,
though they say he's great hand to
shut yeomen"
One of the men. enraged beyond pa
thence by this sally and by the mocking
laughter of the other women, drew a
clasp knife from his pocket, walked
over to the donkey harnessed to the
cart. and threatened to cut its throat.
"Arrah. sich an unnatural son ye are,
ishn't he, Neddy?" exclaimed the fish
woman.
The whole band halted. and there
were shouts of kick them" Upset
the cart" Burn the house" Peggy
Coogan took fish out of the cart. and
holding it as soldier of today would
hold a rifle at charge bayonets,' sang
derisiyel.-:
''Tell me what kind OF fish dye like
Sez Michael Dwyer 10 the focman;
II never could bear the looks OF pike
Sez the red-coat Wicklow yeoman-
The senior sergeant sprang to the old