Part 31 (1/2)
CHAPTER XXV
MICHAEL AND I
The key rattled in the lock, and I heard o in first; for he's as ugly as the devil, andThough aht”
Then the door opened cautiously, and the straw-like head peeped fearfully around the corner He had learned this lesson byhis head one day when he happened to enter at a s, and iined all kinds of fates for Hazel
”Come in, and fear not, thou fool!” I said, for I liked not to behold such cowardice
”Ha! thou hadst best keep quiet now; for here's one canof enormous keys in mockery at me; however, from a safe distance
I heard a rattle of arht, in walked Michael I sprang to er to his lip in warning
The keeper as busy with the locking of the door, turned in haste as he heardh
”Ha, ha, ha!” bubbled fro-like throat ”Methinks that thou hast done well to stop and consider ere thou dost spring against a wall of stone Well, upon h! Ha, ha, ha! Why dost thou stop? Why dost thou not break his head, as thou didst mine? Ha, ha, ha! Well, upon urgle, different however froed fro of an eye, the astounded keeper was dangling in the air, held at arhty Irishman, to whom it was no more exertion than it is to a female servant to shake, and then hurl fro cat
”Kape still, ye var keeper kicked in every direction, sos
Out flew the dagger from the keeper's belt, and with it he struck wildly at my squire's arm
”Ha! thou scratchin' divil; why dost thou not be quoite? 'Twill do thee no good to stroike: er struck his bare hand ”Oithe hand that he had held at the back of the swine-like neck, and still holding the struggling keeper from the floor with the other, he struck him a blow upon the head with his clenched fist There was a sound like thatfros stretched out full length, and stiff, and the keeper which had flung at me his taunts had died by the hand of my Herculean squire
”Oh! my poor Michael, what hast thou done?” I cried ”Now thy honest lifepardon, sor, but playze don't spake so loud; some wan may hear us,” said he, as he carried the dead jailer by the neck and laid him tenderly upon the bed
”Oi had not mint to kill thee, thou poor fool; but Sor Fridrick tould me to make thee quoite, and, as thou wouldst scratch, I saw no other way” This to the body
”But whathiain see his honest face) at which he blushed like a maiden
”Sure, sor, this same mysterious litter 'll till ye all, sor Ser Fridrick found it on his table whin he returned to-noight” And then he told me, shortly, all that had happened since erly
”Yis sor, Sor Fridrick touldlaves the city to-morroith an army, to take up his place at Leicester, as Oi think”
”Why Leicester?”
”Sor Fridrick said 'twas that he ht be near the cintre o' the country, so that his min can rache him without havin' to march far”
”That is like the tyrant, ever on the alert to take any advantage A clever ht have made, had he not been born a blood-supper”
Then I remembered the letter, and hastily I read it