“Ay!” replied Kate, “I know you did--that was the fire of hell you seen, ready to resave you; an' the noise you hard was the voices of the devils that wor comin' for your sowl--ay, an' the voices of the two wives you murdhered--take care then, or I'll send you sooner to hell than you dhrame of.” The scowl which she had in return for this threat was beyond all description. “Oh, I have done wid you,” he replied; “you're not right, I say--but never mind, I'll put a pin in M'Mahon's collar for this--ay will I.” “Don't!” she exclaimed, in one fearful monosyllable, and then she added in a low condensed whisper, “or if you do, mark the consequence.” “Trot, Phil,” said Teddy, “I think you needn't throuble your head about M'Mahon--he's done fwhor.” “An' mark me,” said Kate, “I'll take care of the man that done for him. I know him well, betther than he suspects, an' can make him sup sorrow whenever I like--an' would, too, only for one thing.” “An' fwhat's dhat wan thing?” asked Phats. “You'll know it when you're ouldher, may be,” replied Kate; “but you must be ouldher first--I can keep my own secrets, thank God, an' will, too--only mark me all o' yez; you know well what I am--let no injury come to Bryan M'Mahon. For the sake of one person he must be safe.” “Well,” observed Teddy, “let us hear no more about them; it's all settled that we are to set up in Glen Dearg above again--for this Hycy,--who's sthrivin' to turn the penny where he can.” “It is,” said Bat; “an', to-morrow night, let us bring the things up--this election will sarve us at any rate--but who will come in?” (* That is, be returned.) “The villain of hell!” suddenly exclaimed Kate, as if to herself; “to go to ruin the young man! That girl's breakin' her heart for what has happened.” “What are you talkin' about?” asked her husband. “Nothing,” she replied; “only if you all intend to have any rest to-night, throw yourselves in the shake-down there, an' go sleep. I'm not to sit up the whole night here, I hope?” Philip, and Ned, and Teddy tumbled themselves into the straw, and in a few minutes were in a state of perfect oblivion. “Hycy Burke is a bad boy, Bat,” she said, as the husband was about to follow their example; “but he is marked--I've set my mark upon him.” “You appear to know something particular about him,” observed her husband. “Maybe I do, an' maybe I don't,” she replied; “but I tell you, he's marked--that's all--go to bed now.” He tumbled after the rest, Kate stretched herself in an, opposite corner, and in a few minutes this savage orchestra was in full chorus.