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"Now, young fellow," said the Boxer, "get behind the cabin and throw back the weight." Lamh Landher hesitated, but was ultimately proceeding to make the attempt, when a voice from the crowd, in tones that were evidently disguised, shouted "Don't be a fool, young man; husband your strength, for you will want it."
"Why, thin, bad cess to you, Lamh Laudher," she exclaimed, "but it's a purty chase I had afther you." "The sorra any thing, at all, at all, only to see if you war here. Miss Ellen sent me to tell you that she's afeard she can't come this evenin', unknownst to them." "An' am I not to wait, Nanse?"
"O'Rorke," said the magistrate, "this is a serious charge against you. I trust you may be able effectually to meet it." "I must wait, your worship, till I hear fully what it is first," replied Lamh Laudher, "afther that I'm not afraid of clearin' myself from it."
"And that was because he wouldn't see one wid the blood of Lamh Laudher in his veins married to a woman that he had reason to think I don't like to my it, Nelly but you know it is said that there was darkness, and guilt, too, about the disappearin' of your child.
The Dead Boxer, in preparing for battle, observed a series of forms peculiar to himself, which were certainly of an appalling character. As a proof that the challenge was accepted, he ordered a black flag, which he carried about with him, to wave from a window of the inn, a circumstance which thrilled all who saw it with an awful certainty of Lamh Laudher's death.
After uttering the last words, she brandished the cudgel and disappeared. Lamh Laudher felt considerably puzzled to know what object Ellen could have had in sending the servant maid for his staff. Of one thing, however, he was certain, that her motive must have had regard to his own safety; but how, or in what manner, he could not conjecture.
"Show me," said the miscreant, "what s to be done, life or purse an' here's your sort for both." "Come, then," said Nell, "by the night above us, we'll thry your mettle." "Never heed her," observed Nanse; "aunt, you're too wicked an' revengeful." "Am I?" said the aunt. "I tuck an oath many a year ago, that I'd never die till I'd put sharp sorrow into Lamh Laudher's sowl.
"It's not worth knowin'," said Nell; "I was only thryin' you, Rody. It's nothing bad. I'm not so cruel as you think. I wouldn't take the wide world an' shed blood wid my own hands. I tried it once on Lamh Laudher More, an' when I thought I killed him hell came into me. No; that I may go below if I would!" "But you would get others to do it, if you could," said Rody.
Ellen, however, could not rest; her grief had so completely overborne all other considerations, that she cared little, now, whether her friends perceived it or not. On one thing, she was fixed, and that was, to prevent Lamh Laudher from encountering the Dead Boxer.
That moment he began to strip, which having done, he advanced to the middle of the stage, and in a deep voice required the authorities of the town to produce their champion. To this no answer was returned, for not a man of them could account for the disappearance of Lamh Laudher.
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