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Colonel John had run little risk of being wrong in taking for granted that the meeting at the Carraghalin, mysteriously robbed of the chiefs from over-seas, whose presence had brought the movement to a head, would disperse; either amid the peals of Homeric laughter that in Ireland greet a monster jest, or, in sadder mood, cursing the detested Saxon for one more added to the many wrongs of a downtrodden land.

This was at the Carraghalin, a name long given to the ruins of an abbey situate in an upland valley above the waterfall, and a long Irish mile from the house.

Leaving this on the right and only to an informed eye was it visible they climbed yet a little higher, and entered a deep driftway that, at the summit of the gorge, clove its way between the mound behind the tower and the hill on their left, and so penetrated presently to the valley of the Carraghalin.

The part which he had played in the events at the Carraghalin was known to few; but the hundred tongues of rumour were already abroad, carrying as many versions, and in all he was the marplot.

His chance in the grasp of the Father of ill, or of the mis-shapen Trolls, revenants of a heathen race, who yearly profaned the Carraghalin with their orgies, had not been worse!

"With a Spanish ship off the coast," Asgill answered, "and you know who likely to land, and a preaching, may be, next Sunday, and pike-drill at the Carraghalin to follow man, in three days you may have smoking roof-trees, and 'twill be too late to cry 'Hold! Stop, I say, stop while you can, and before you've all Kerry in a flame!" James McMurrough turned with a start.

"Colonel Sullivan?" "Yes. You were at the Carraghalin? You have heard what happened! He will surely give you up!" "Are the soldiers here?" the priest asked, with a blanched face. "No, but he is here! He is in the house, and may come out at any moment," Flavia explained. "Don't you understand?" "Did he tell you " "What?" "That he would inform?" "No!" Flavia replied, thinking the man very dull.

The slopes about the ruined gables which they called Carraghalin, and which were all that remained of the once proud abbey, had returned to their wonted solitude; where hundreds had sat a short hour before the eagle hovered, the fox turned his head and scented the wind.