Part 2 (1/2)

”Don't promise them anything of the sort,” he said. ”If they were to obtain it, they would be seizing every gentleman they could get hold of.

Their object is not money, or they would have robbed us before this.

Do as I tell you, and be on the watch to escape while they are trying to hang me. I'll take care to give you a good chance.”

While he was speaking they were throwing the ropes over the bough, and ostentatiously making nooses at the end of each of them. They were not very expert, and failed several times in throwing the other end over the bough. The ends of each of the ropes were grasped by three men, who looked savagely at us, as if they were especially anxious to see our necks in the opposite nooses, and apparently only waiting the order from their chief.

”If you have prayers to say, you had better say them now,” cried the leader of the outlaws.

”It's time to speak to you now, Dan Hoolan,” said my uncle, as if he had not heard the last remark. ”Whether you really intend to hang us or not, I can't say; but if you do, vengeance is sure to overtake you. To kill an old man would be a dastardly deed, but doubly accursed would you be should you deprive a young lad like this of his life. If you have no pity on me, have regard to your own soul. There's not a priest in the land who would give you absolution.”

”Hould there, and don't speak another word,” shouted Hoolan. ”I have given you the chance of praying, and you wouldn't take it, so it's yourselves will have to answer for it. Quick, boys, bring them along.”

Our captors were leading us forward, and, as I had no wish to lose my life, I was looking out for an opportunity of obeying my uncle's instructions, when, with a strength which those who held him could not have supposed he possessed, knocking down one on either side, he threw himself upon Hoolan, who, not expecting such an attack, was brought to the ground. At the same moment the major, drawing a knife which the ruffian had in his belt, held it as if to strike him to the heart. The hunchback, seeing the danger of his leader, regardless of me, rushed forward to his a.s.sistance; when, finding myself at liberty, I darted towards my horse, which was held by one only of the men, who, eagerly watching the strife, did not observe me. Twisting his s.h.i.+llelah from his hands, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the reins, I was in a moment in the saddle; but I had no intention of deserting my uncle. Firmly grasping the s.h.i.+llelah, I laid it about the heads of the men who were on the point of seizing the major. Hoolan, however, was completely at his mercy; and had they ventured to touch him, one blow of the knife would have ended the villain's life, though probably his companions would have revenged his death by shooting us the moment after. But just then loud shouts were heard in the distance, and a party of men on horseback, whom no one had observed, were seen galloping at a tearing rate towards us.

”Hoora! hoora! Tim Phelan's gained his cause!” shouted a horseman.

”He's proved an alibi, and been set free by the judge.”

Our captors, on hearing the shouts, turned to greet the new-comers, forgetting for the moment their previous intention and their leader, who lay on the ground, the major still holding his knife at his throat.

Presently, who should I see riding out from the crowd but Larry Harrigan himself.

”Thunder and 'ounds!” he exclaimed. ”What were they going to do to you?

Shure I never thought they'd have ventured on that.”

He now came up to Hoolan with my uncle bending over him.

”Spare his life, major dear,” he exclaimed. ”He never intended to kill you; and if you'll let him go I'll tell your honour all about it by and by.”

”Is this the case, Dan Hoolan?” asked my uncle. ”On your soul, man, did you not intend to put your threat into execution?”

”No, I didn't, as I'm a living man,” said the outlaw, as, released by my uncle, he rose to his feet.

”I'll tell your honour. I wanted to see how you and your young nephew would face the death I threatened; and I intended at the last moment to release you both if you would promise to take a message to the judge who was trying Tim Phelan, swearing that he was free of the murder of Mick Purcell, and knows no more about it than a babe unborn; for there's one amongst us who did the deed, and they may catch him if they can.”

This announcement completely changed the aspect of affairs. The outlaws brought us our horses, and with many apologies for the trouble they had given us, a.s.sisted us to mount.

”I'm not the man to harbour ill-feeling against any one,” said the major, turning to the crowd of apparently humble-looking peasants.

”But, my boys, I'd advise you to follow a better calling without delay.

And now I'll wish you good morning. If we ever meet again, may it be under pleasanter circ.u.mstances.”

Though the greater part of those present didn't understand what he said, the rest interpreted it in their own fas.h.i.+on: the outlaws and the new-comers raising a loud cheer, we rode off, followed by Larry, and continued our journey as if nothing particular had occurred.

”And what made you keep behind us, Larry?” asked my uncle, who summoned him up alongside.

”I'll tell your honour,” answered Larry. I was sleeping in the stables after I'd attended to the horses, when I heard three or four boys talking together; so I opened my eyes to listen, seeing it was something curious they were saying. I soon found that they were talking about Tim Phelan, who was to be tried in the morning. I thin recollected that Tim was my father's second cousin's nephew, and so of course I felt an interest in the fate of the boy.

”Says one to the other, 'If the alibi isn't proved, shure we're bound in honour to try and rescue him.'

”'There are a hundred at least of us bound to do the same,' answered the other, 'and of course we'll find many more to help if we once begin.'