"I see it has blood upon it, O'Reily, and this may explain the cut on your mouth, but how came that contusion on your temple?" "Be dad but I run aginst a good big shelaleigh, an it broke me head so it did--sorra much head I had left at that same recknin, for the crather." "You ran against a club, O'Reily? Was it growing in the ground or was it in the hands of an enemy?" "It might be growin, your haner, or it might be in the hands of the great inimy himself, for all that Brian O'Reily knows--sure your haner isn't very particular in examinin the tixture of the timber that knocks you down. It might be a door-post--or may be the gate of the foort--as the thimber grows as thick here as paraties, and this gate was always too small for me when I had a dhrap of the whiskey." "You ran against the gate-post, or the facings of Jamieson's door, then?" "By the five crasses, an I've done that same many's the time--barrin always that it would be ill manners in me to conthradict your haner if I hadn't." "You saw nothing then of the treacherous and thieving savages on the night of Jamieson's murder?" "Oh then but I'm puzzled now intirely. By the holy father, I saw a power of sights on that same night. The whiskey was clane too strong for me. I saw all sorts of yeller nagres and men widout shadows, and flamin counthenances, and the fire sparklin from the very eyes of me, by the same token. Divil a word of a lie's in that iny way." "But you saw no person strike or maltreat this man who lies dead here?" "Divil the one, your haner! Brian O'Reily's the boy that wouldn't see foul-play to man nor baste. I never saw Jamie, till I saw him stretched all out as you see him there." "You do not know then but that you may have encountered the murderers in your own drunken travels?" "Faix and you may say that, your haner, widout a word of a lie in it; it bothers me intirely to tell what I did see. And, by the five crasses, if it wasn't for the wapon you've got in your hand--and poor Jamie that I brought here on my back--and this thump upon my head, I should, say it was all a dhrame clane out." "Well, you may go, O'Reily. I believe you know little of what happened to yourself or any one else last night." "An that's thrue for you iny way; many thanks to your haner for your kindness and civility," said O'Reily, as he left the crowd, slily tipping a wink of triumph to his master. Bacon certainly began to breathe more freely towards the conclusion, as having edged in with the crowd, he heard O'Reily's ingenious parries of the official's thrusts. But his trials were not yet over, for scarcely had he followed his attendant with his eye out of the crowd, before Mr. Fairfax stepped up to the officer and whispered something in his ear. In a few moments after a deputy was seen leading Wyanokee into the market-place--a look of the most profound dejection, still visible through her fright, at being brought into the presence of such a multitude.