Walter accompanied him to the water's edge, and told the sentry there that Larry was crossing the river on business, and would return in half an hour's time, and that he was not to challenge loudly when he saw him returning. The night was dark, and Walter soon lost sight of the little boat. Then he waited anxiously. He had, however, but little fear that the enemy would have posted sentries so far down the river, especially as he would only just have pitched his camp opposite Limerick. It was three-quarters of an hour before he heard a faint splash in the water. The sentry heard it, too. "Shall I challenge, sir?" "No. Wait for a minute. We shall soon see whether it is Larry. Should there be anyone on the opposite bank, he might hear the challenge, and they would keep a sharp lookout in future." The sound came nearer and nearer. "Who goes there?" Walter said in a quiet voice. "'Wicklow!' and it's mighty glad I am to hear your voice, for it's so dark I began to think I had lost myself entirely." "Is all well, Larry?" Walter asked, as the light boat touched the bank. "All is well, your honour," Larry said, stepping ashore, and lifting the light boat on to his head. "You had better stow it away close here, Larry, till the morning. It's so dark that you will be sure to pitch over something, if you go further. "Now, tell me all about it," he went on, as Larry stowed away the boat among some bushes. "There is little enough to tell, yer honour. I just rowed across and landed, and made straight for the house. Everything was quiet and still. I went round to the stables, and up into the loft where Pat sleeps. "'Are you there, Pat Ryan,' says I? "'Who is it calls Pat Ryan?' says he. "'It's myself, Larry, Mr. Davenant's boy.' "'Why, I thought you had gone,' says he. 'Are you sure it's yourself?' says he. "'And who else should it be, Pat Ryan? Don't yer know my voice?' "By this time I had got into the corner where he slept, and touched him. "'I am glad to feel you, Larry,' says he, 'for I wasn't sure that you hadn't fallen in with the troopers, and it wasn't your ghost that come to visit me.' "'Whist,' says I, 'I have no time to waste upon ye. The master and the troops are stationed just across the river, at Ballygan. Mr. Davenant has given me a letter for Miss Conyers, telling her all about it. I don't exactly know what he said, and maybe she would like it given privately, so do you hand it to Bridget in the morning, and ask her to give it to her mistress, and to hand over to you any answer there may be. I will come across for it tomorrow night. But that's not all, Pat. You know the devil's work that William's men have been carrying on, on the march.' "'Av course, everyone has heard the tales of the villains' doings, Larry.' "'Well, the young master is mighty anxious about it, as you may guess. Has Mr. Conyers come?' "'Yes. He rode in at four this afternoon.'