Part 28 (1/2)

”Have you got evidence of that?”

”We can make the evidence serve its purpose for a time. If we can keep him locked up till after the trial we shall have done much. By heavens, there he is!”

As he spoke the flash of a shot glimmered across their eyes, and seemed to have been fired almost within a yard of them; but they were neither of them hit. Frank turned round and fired in the direction from whence the attack had come, but it was in vain. Clayton did bring his revolver from out his pocket, but held his fire. They were walking in a lane just out of the town that would carry them by a field-path to Morony Castle, and Clayton had chosen the path in order that he might be away from the public road. It was still daylight though it was evening, and the aggressor might have been seen had he attempted to cross their path. The lane was, as it were, built up on both sides with cabins, which had become ruins, each one of which might serve as a hiding-place. Hunter was standing close to them before another word was spoken.

”Did you see him?” demanded Clayton.

”Not a glimpse; but I heard him through there, where the dead leaves are lying.” There were a lot of dead leaves strewed about, some of which were in sight, within an enclosure separated from them by a low ruined wall. On leaving this the Captain was over it in a moment, but he was over it in vain. ”For G.o.d's sake, sir, don't go after him in that way,” said Hunter, who followed close upon his track. ”It's no more than to throw your life away.”

”I'd give the world to have one shot at him,” said Clayton. ”I don't think I would miss him within ten paces.”

”But he'd have had you, Captain, within three, had he waited for you.”

”He never would have waited. A man who fires at you from behind a wall never will wait. Where on earth has he taken himself?” And Clayton, with the open pistol in his hand, began to search the neighbouring hovels.

”He's away out of that by this time,” said Hunter.

”I heard the bullet pa.s.s by my ears,” said Frank.

”No doubt you did, but a miss is as good as a mile any day. That a fellow like that who is used to shooting shouldn't do better is a disgrace to the craft. It's that fellow Lax, and as I'm standing on the ground this moment I'll have his life before I've done with him.”

Nothing further came from this incident till the three started on their walk back to Morony Castle. But they did not do this till they had thoroughly investigated the ruins. ”Do you know anything of the man?” said Frank, ”as to his whereabouts? or where he comes from?”

Then Clayton gave some short account of the hero. He had first come across him in the neighbourhood of Foxford near Lough Conn, and had there run him very hard, as the Captain said, in reference to an agrarian murder. He knew, he said, that the man had received thirty s.h.i.+llings for killing an old man who had taken a farm from which a tenant had been evicted. But he had on that occasion been tried and acquitted. He had since that lived on the spoils acquired after the same fas.h.i.+on. He was supposed to have come originally from Kilkenny, and whether his real name was or was not Lax, Captain Clayton did not pretend to say.

”But he had a fair shot at me,” said Captain Clayton, ”and it shall go hard with me but I shall have as fair a one at him. I think it was Urlingford gave the fellow his birth. I doubt whether he will ever see Urlingford again.”

So they walked back, and by the time they had reached the Castle were quite animated and lively with the little incident. ”It may be possible,” said the Captain to Mr. Jones, ”that he expected my going to Headford. It certainly was known in Galway yesterday, that I was to come across the lake this morning, and the tidings may have come up by some fellow-traveller. He would drop word with some of the boys at Ballintubber as he pa.s.sed by. And they might have thought it likely that I should go to Headford. They have had their chance on this occasion, and they have not done any good with it.”

CHAPTER XXII.

MORONY CASTLE IS BOYCOTTED.

The men seemed to make a good joke of the afternoon's employment, but not so the young ladies. In the evening they had a little music, and Captain Clayton declared that the Miss Ormesbys were grand performers. ”And I am told that they are lovely girls,” said Ada.

”Well, yes; lovely is a very strong word.”

”I'd rather be called lovely than anything,” said Ada.

”Now, Captain Clayton,” said Edith, ”if you wish for my respect, don't fall into the trap which Ada has so openly laid for you.”

”I meant nothing of the kind,” said Ada. ”I hope that Captain Clayton knows me better. But, Captain Clayton, you don't mean that you'll walk down to the boat to-morrow?”

”Why not? He'll never have the pluck to fire at me two days running.

And I doubt whether he'll allow me so fair a chance of seeing him.”

”I wonder how you can sleep at night, knowing that such a man as this is always after your life.”

”I wonder whether he sleeps at night, when he thinks such a man as I am after his life. And I allow him, to boot, all his walks and hiding-places.” Then Ada began to implore him not to be too rash.