"But your revenge; how is that connected, my dear fellow, with the contentions of Dutch and Irish?" Mr. Jinks frowned. "Thus, sir," he said; "I will explain." "Do; I understand you to say that these customs of the two parties were the materials upon which your genius would work. How can you--" "Listen, sir," said Mr. Jinks. "I'm all ears," returned Ralph. "Three days from this time," said Mr. Jinks, "these people have determined to have a great parade, and each of them, the Dutch and Irish, to exhibit the images of the Saints--" "Yes--ah?" said Ralph. "It is fixed for the time I mention; and now, sir, a few words will explain how, without damage to myself, or endangering my person--considerations which I have no right to neglect--my revenge on the hound, O'Brallaghan, will come out right! Listen, while I tell about it; then, sir, judge if the revenge is likely to be nice and good!" And Mr. Jinks scowled, and gulped down some rum. He then paused a moment, stared the fire-place out of countenance, and scowled again. He then opened his lips to speak. But just as he uttered the first words of his explanation, a knock was heard at the door, which arrested him. Ralph rose and opened it. A negro handed him a note, with the information, that the bearer thereof was waiting below, and would like to see him. Ralph opened the letter, and found some money therein, which, with the signature, explained all. "Jinks, my boy," he said, laughing, "we must defer your explanation; come and go down. The Governor has sent me a note, and Tom is waiting. Let us descend." Mr. Jinks acquiesced. They accordingly went down stairs, and issued forth. At the door of the tavern was standing a negro, who, at sight of Ralph, respectfully removed his cap with one hand, while the other arm leaned on the neck of a donkey about three feet high, which had borne the stalwart fellow, as such animals only can. The negro gave Mr. Ralph a message, in addition to the letter, of no consequence to our history, and received one in return. He then bowed again, and was going to mount and ride away, when Ralph said, "Stop, Tom!" Tom accordingly stopped. CHAPTER LIV. EXPLOITS OF FODDER. Ralph looked from the donkey to Mr. Jinks, and from Mr. Jinks to the donkey; then he laughed. "I say, my dear fellow," he observed, "you wanted a horse, did'nt you?" "I did, sir," said Mr. Jinks. "What do you say to a donkey?" Mr. Jinks appeared thoughtful, and gazing at the sky, as though the clouds interested him, replied: "I have no objection to the animal, sir. It was in former times, I am assured, the animal used by kings, and even emperors. Far be it from me, therefore, to feel any pride--or look down on the donkey." "You'll have to," said Ralph. "Have to what, sir?" "Look down on Fodder here--we call him Fodder at the farm, because the rascal won't eat thistles."