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The hounds have come from Cuba and in the charge of ten men ten men with sixty hounds. That is the situation at the moment. All the people at Kingston are overjoyed. They see the end of the revolt." "The hounds!" exclaimed the governor. "What hounds?" "The hounds sent for by Dyck Calhoun surely your honour remembers!"
"She is now under arrest, though she doesn't know it. "What was her crime, your honour?" "She killed a man." "What man?" "Him for whom Dyck Calhoun was sent to prison Erris Boyne." "Mr. Calhoun was not guilty, then?" "No. As soon as the woman is dead, I mean to announce the truth." "Not till then, your honour?" "Not till then." "It's hard on Calhoun." "Is it?
"Michael," he added, "we'll hunt Lord Mallow with the hounds of our good fortune, for this war is our war. They can't win it without me, and they shan't. Without the hounds it may be a two years' war with the hounds it can't go beyond a week or so." "If the hounds get here, sir! But if they don't?" Dyck laid his hand upon the sword at his side.
One contains a number of family portraits, among them a group of royal children who in time were orphaned by a certain ax, which figures very frequently in European history. These children were painted many times by the Dutch artist Van Dyck, who was court painter to their father, Charles the First of England. Beautiful children they were.
While he was in Italy the plague broke out, and Van Dyck fled for his life, leaving an unfinished picture behind him, one ordered by the English king, the subject being Rinaldo and Armida, which had gained for the artist his knighthood pension. It is said that during his first year in England he painted the king and queen twelve times.
Suddenly one of Dyck's supporters exclaimed he had picked up a small piece of ribbon, evidently dropped to guide those who might come searching. Presently another token was found in a loose bit of buckle from a shoe. Then, suddenly, upon the middle of the road was a little pool of blood and signs that a body had lain in the dust. "She shot a native here," said Dyck to his men coolly.
I have no doubt you could do with a little help some time or another, the same as the rest of us. For all that's come between us three, may it be given me, humble and poor, to help ye both that's helped me so!" Dyck turned to go, and as he did so a thought came to him. "If you hadn't food and drink for us, what have you for yourself, Christopher?" he asked. "Have you food to eat?"
You are a son of history; you had a duel with him, and beat him; you have always beaten him, even here where he has been supreme as governor from first to last, you have beaten him." "I hope I shall be even with him at the last at the very last," was Dyck Calhoun's reply. "We were made to be foes. We were from the first. I felt it when I saw him at Playmore. Nothing has changed since then.
There were many shouts of assent from the crowd, though here and there came a growl of dissent. "Not all of you are willing to come with me," Dyck continued vigorously. "Tell me, what is it you expect to get by staying here?
Think of it Ireland free from English control; Ireland, with all her dreams, living her own life, fearless, independent, as it was in days of yore. Why, what's to prevent you, Dyck Calhoun, from being president of the Irish Republic? You have brains, looks, skill, and a wonderful tongue.
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