"Back, boys, back!" he cried, "don't give your enemies a triumph by being disorderly. Disperse--retire into houses, let nothing tempt you to riot--collect round your tally-rooms, and come up quietly to the polling--and you will yet have a peaceful triumph." The crowd, obeying, gave three cheers for "Ned-o'-the-Hill," and the dense mass, which could not be awed, and dreaded not the engines of war, melted away before the breath of peace. As they retired on one side, the soldiers were ordered to their quarters on the other, while their captain and Edward O'Connor stood in the midst; but ere they separated, these two, with charity in their souls, waved their hands towards each other in token of amity, and parted, verily, in friendship. CHAPTER XX After the incidents just recorded, of course great confusion and excitement existed, during which O'Grady was forced back into the court-house in a state bordering on insanity. Inflamed as his furious passions had been to the top of their bent, and his thirst of revenge still remaining unslaked, foiled in all his movements, and flung back as it were into the seething cauldron of his own hellish temper, he was a pitiable sight, foaming at the mouth like a wild animal, and uttering the most horrid imprecations. On Edward O'Connor principally his curses fell, with denunciations of immediate vengeance, and the punishment of dismissal from the service was prophesied on oath for the English captain. The terrors of a court-martial gleamed fitfully through the frenzied mind of the raving Squire for the soldier; and for O'Connor, instant death at his own hands was his momentary cry. "Find the rascal for me," he exclaimed, "that I may call him out and shoot him like a dog--yes, by ----, a dog--a dog; I'm disgraced while he lives--I wish the villain had three lives that I might take them all at once--all--all!" and he stretched out his hands as he spoke, and grasped at the air as if in imagination he clutched the visionary lives his bloodthirsty wishes conjured up. Edward, as soon as he saw the crowd dispersed, returned to the hustings and sought Dick Dawson, that he might be in readiness to undertake, on his part, the arrangement of the hostile meeting, to which he knew he should be immediately called. "Let it be over, my dear Dick, as soon as possible," said Edward; "it's not a case in which delay can be of any service; the insult was mortal between us, and the sooner expiated by a meeting the better." "Don't be so agitated, Ned," said Dick; "fair and easy, man--fair and easy--keep yourself cool." "Dear Dick--I'll be cool on the ground, but not till then--I want the meeting over before my father hears of the quarrel; I'm his only child, Dick, and you know how he loves me!"