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The little army was divided into ten companies of one hundred men, each company captained by a fighter of proven worth and ability. Our old friends Red Shandy, and John and James Flory led the first three companies, the remaining seven being under command of other seasoned veterans of a thousand fights.
"The Black Wolf dead, Red Shandy and John Flory wounded, James Flory, One Eye Kanty and Peter the Hermit prisoners!" he ejaculated. "Man or devil! By the Pope's hind leg, who and what be ye?" he said, turning to Norman of Torn. "I be your master and ye be my men," said Norman of Torn.
Lord Saxingham at last returned busy, bustling, important, and good-humoured as usual. "Well, Flory, well? glad to see you quite blooming, I declare, never saw you with such a colour monstrous like me, certainly. We always had fine complexions and fine eyes in our family. But I'm rather late first bell rung we ci-devant jeunes hommes are rather long dressing, and you are not dressed yet, I see."
He had by this time, however, invited a few friends to visit him, and expected their arrival before long. "How do you like this dull life, Flory?" he said, as they walked up the garden to breakfast. "Dull, papa!" she returned. "You never were at a girls' school, or you wouldn't call this dull. It is the merriest life in the world. To go where you like, and have miles of room! And such room!
Flory," Pat would say to him, "'av you're one of us, you've got to be one of us; you've had a glimmer of light, as Father Brosnan says, to see the errors of your way; but you've got to see the errors of your way on 'arth as well as above. Dragging the rint out o' the body and bones o' the people, like hair from a woman's head, isn't the way, and so you'll have to larn."
This had come all about by degrees had been coming about since poor Florian's murder; and at last he wrote a letter to Yorke Clayton, or got someone else to write it: "Yer Honour, It was Lax as dropped Master Flory. Divil a doubt about it. There's one as can tell more about it as is on the road from Ballyglunin all round. This comes from a well-wisher to the ould cause. For Muster Clayton."
The black woman was startled and bewildered for an instant; then she held her off at arm's length, and looked at her with astonishment, saying: "Bless the Lord! Is it you, Missy Flory? or is it a sperit? Well now, is it you, little one?" "Yes, Tulee; it is I," she replied. "The same Missy Flory that used to plague your life out with her tricks."
"'Deed and I know nothin'." Now the boy began to cry. "You have no right to say I did it. Why should I do the likes of that?" "Where were you at four o'clock yesterday afternoon?" asked Edith. "I was just out, up at the lodge yonder." "Flory, I know that you have seen this thing done. I am as certain of it as though I had been there myself."
"I would endeavour to save him from these gentlemen," he had said to his father. "I don't quite think that we understand what is going on within his mind;" but this had been before the conversation last mentioned which had taken place between Flory and his sisters. Now he was to come again, and make further inquiry, and meet half-a-dozen policemen from the neighbourhood.
That would make him a fiend." "No; I don't think he knew it was to be done. But when Frank was teasing him the other day about his Catholic nonsense, and saying that he would not trust a Papist, Florian took the part of Pat Carroll. If there be a man about the place who would do a base turn to father, it's Pat Carroll. Now I know that Flory was down near the lough yesterday afternoon.
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