"Howandiver, as soon as Lord Robert an’ his min were out o’ sight, they ran wid all their shpeed, an’ lavin’ the path where Dennis Murphy fell into the shtrame lasht winter comin’ back from Blanigan’s wake whin he’d had too much, they tuk the rise o’ the hill, an’ that was a mishtake. If they’d kep be the hedge an’ ’round be the foot-bridge, then up the footway the other side o’ the brook an’ ferninst the mill, they’d have kep out o’ sight, an’ been safe enough; but as they were crassin’ the hill, wan av Robert’s min saw thim, fur it was afther the girl he was sure enough, an’ whin he found from her father her an’ Tim were gone, they rode aff here an’ there sarchin’ afther thim. Whin the sojer shpied thim on the top o’ the hill, he blew his thrumpet, an’ here come all the rest shtreelin’ along on the run, round the hill as fast as their bastes ’ud take thim, fur they guessed where the two ’ud be goin’. An’ Kathleen an’ Tim come tumblin’ down the shlope, an’ bad luck to the minnit they’d to shpare whin they got into the cave before here was the whole gang, wid their horses puffin’, an’ their armors rattlin’ like a pedler’s tins. "The saint was on a pile av shtraw in the corner, shnorin’ away out av his blessed nose, fur it was as sound aslape as a pig he was, bein’ tired entirely wid a big day’s job, an’ didn’t wake up wid their comin’ in. So Lord Robert an’ his min left their horses below an’ climbed up an’ looked in, but cud see nothin’ be razon av the darkness. "’Arrah now,’ says he, ’Kathleen, come along out o’ that now, fur I’ve got ye safe an’ sound.’ "They answered him niver a word, but he heard a noise that was the saint turnin’ over on his bed bein’ onaisey in his slape. "’Come along out o’ that,’ he repaited; ’an’ you, Tim Maccarty, if ye come out, ye may go back to yer ditchin’, but if ye wait fur me to fetch ye, the crows ’ull be atin’ ye at sunrise. Shtrike a light,’ says he. So they did, an’ looked in an’ saw Tim an’ Kathleen, wan on aitch side o’ the althar, holdin’ wid all their mights to the crass that was on it. "’Dhrag thim out av it,’ says Lord Robert, an’ the min went in, but afore they come near thim, Saint Tigernach shtopped shnorin’, bein’ wakened wid the light an’ jabberin’, an’ shtud up on the flure. "’Howld on now,’ says the blessed saint, ’phat’s the matther here? Phat’s all this murtherin’ noise about?’ says he. "Lord Robert’s min all dhrew back, for there was a power o’ fear av the saint in the county, an’ Lord Robert undhertuk to axplain that the girl was a sarvint av his that run away wid that thafe av a ditcher, but Saint Tigernach seen through the whole thrick at wanst. [Illustration: "Her masther stood be her side"]