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At least, I suppose you are a United Irishman like your father or you wouldn't come here with James Hope to-day." "Neal Ward," said Hope, "is going to the meeting at Donegore to-morrow evening." Neal recovered himself and held out his hand to Finlay. There was another knock at the door of the house. Finlay started violently and ran to the window.
But when to-morrow comes he will not find our leaders at Donegore. I have not asked, and I do not wish to know, what he will find when he gets there." "I understand," said Neal. "When we meet I am to pretend that I trust him thoroughly." Hope smiled. "You are a good soldier. You are prepared to obey, and you do not ask too many questions.
He shut his eyes, dreading lest he should be forced to look, but the suggestion was too brutal even for Captain Twinely. "Shut your devil's mouth," he said to the sergeant, "isn't what you've done enough for you? If the croppy that came on you at Donegore had broken your skull, instead of just cracking it, he would have rid the country of the biggest blackguard in it."
We want the cartridges badly, and we cannot wait for them. We shall be using them, I hope, the day after to-morrow, and if we leave them there till Finlay goes to Donegore to-morrow evening I fear they may be seized by the soldiers. We must take them at once, and it seems to me that our best chance will be to walk off with them in broad daylight without an attempt at concealment.
It was seven o'clock when Neal reached Aeneas Moylin's house, after climbing the steep lane that led to Donegore Hill. He found six men seated in the kitchen Donald Ward, Felix Matier, James Bigger, Moylin, and two others whom he did not know. "It's Neal Ward," said Donald. "It's my nephew. Sit you down, Neal."
The good people of Donegore have built in their churchyard a very strong vault with an iron door, of which Aeneas Moylin keeps the key. Here they lock up the bodies of their dead for some time before burying them until, in fact, the natural process of decay renders them unsuitable for dissection. This is their plan for defeating the resurrectioners. There is no corpse in the vault to-night.
It was a pitiful tale; a man marked down as odious by a powerful faction, spied upon, informed against, tried by prejudiced judges, condemned on the word of false witnesses, hanged. The same tale might have been told of many another then, but William Orr came first on the list of such martyrs, and even now his name is not wholly forgotten. They reached Donegore.
I know a snug place on the side of the Cave Hill where we can lie for the night. To-morrow you can join your uncle at Donegore." There were no soldiers round the inn when they reached it. Felix Matier and Donald Ward were both out. Hope left his message with Peg Macllrea, who was sanding the parlour. "So you're going to sleep out the night on the Cave Hill?" she said to Neal.
Donald Ward, grimly determined that this man should get his deserts, insisted that nothing should be said or done to alarm him. "We can't deal with him here," he said. "Wait, wait till we get him down to Donegore next week. If we frighten him now he won't go." Of all these doings Neal heard only vague rumours.
"Who were the two men that were with you just now?" "The one of them," said Hope, "was Aeneas Moylin, a Catholic, and a friend of Charlie Teeling. He's a man that has done much to bring the Defender boys from County Down and Armagh into the society. He has a good farm of land near by Donegore." "And the other?" "The other you ought to know, Neal Ward. He's from Dunseveric.
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