"’Lave aff,’ says he. ’Don’t offer fur to thrape thim lies on me. Pack aff wid yer murtherers, or it’s the curse ye’ll get afore ye can count yer fingers,’ an’ wid that all the min went out, an’ Lord Robert afther thim, an’ all he cud say ’udn’t pervail on the sojers to go back afther the girl. "’No, yer Anner,’ says they to him; ’we ate yer Anner’s mate, an’ dhrink yer Anner’s dhrink, an’ ’ull do yer Anner’s biddin’ in all that’s right. We’re parfectly willin’ to wait till mornin’ an’ murther the ditcher an’ shtale the girl whin they come out an’ get away from the saint, but he musn’t find it out. It’s riskin’ too much. Begorra, we’ve got sowls to save,’ says they, so they all got on their horses an’ shtarted back to the cassel. "Lord Robert folly’d thim a bit, but the avil heart av him was so set on Kathleen that he cudn’t bear the thought av lettin’ her go. So whin he got to the turn av the road, ’T’underation,’ says he, ’’t is the wooden head that’s set on me showldhers, that I didn’t think av the witch afore.’ "Ye see, in the break av the mountains beyant the mill, where the rath is, there was in thim times the cabin av a great witch. ’T was a dale av avil she done the County Clare wid shtorms an’ rainy sayzons an’ cows lavin’ aff their milk, an’ she’d a been dhrownded long afore, but fur fear av the divil, her masther, that was at her elbow, whinever she’d crook her finger. So to her Lord Robert wint, an’ gev a rap on the dure, an’ in. There she sat wid a row av black cats on aitch side, an’ the full av a shkillet av sarpints a-shtewin’ on the fire. He knew her well, fur she’d done jobs fur him afore, so he made bowld to shtate his arriant widout so much as sayin’ good day to ye. The owld fagot made a charm to call her masther, an’ that minnit he was shtandin’ be her side, bowin’ an’ schrapin’ an’ shmilin’ like a gintleman come to tay. He an’ Lord Robert fell to an’ had a power av discoorse on the bargain, fur Robert was a sharp wan an’ wanted the conthract onsartain-like, hopin’ to chate the divil at the end, as we all do, be the help av God, while Satan thried to make it shtronger than a tinant’s lace. Afther a dale av palatherin’, they aggrade that the divil was to do all that Lord Robert axed him fur twinty years, an’ then to have him sowl an’ body; but if he failed, there was an end av the bargain. But there was a long face on the owld felly whin the first thing he was bid to do was to bring Kathleen out o’ the cave an’ carry her to the cassel. "’By Jayminny,’ says Satan, ’it’s no aisey job fur to be takin’ her from the power av a great saint like him,’ a-scratchin’ his head. ’But come on, we’ll thry.’ [Illustration: "So the three av thim mounted the wan horse"]