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"'Tis not 'pho'! And in a week you'll know it, and be as glad to see his back as I should be to-day!" "What, a man who has not the spirit to go out with a gentleman!" "A man you mean," Asgill retorted, showing his greater shrewdness, "who has the spirit to say that he won't go out!" "Sure, and I've not much opinion of a man of that kind," McMurrough exclaimed. "I have.
The worse, the worse, the worse for him! Luke Asgill rode slowly from the gates, not without a backward glance that raked the house. The McMurrough walked by his stirrup, talking rapidly he, too, with furtive backward glances. In five minutes he had explained the situation and the Colonel's vantage ground.
Uncle Ulick made no reply, and a moment later Darby entered, slid round the table to Uncle Ulick's side, and touched his shoulder. Whether he whispered a word or not Colonel John did not observe, but forthwith the big man rose and went out. This time it was James McMurrough who laid down his knife. "What in the name of the Evil One is it?" he cried, in a temper.
The king had not been gone long before Art McMurrough rose again. The young deputy was in Wicklow, endeavouring to carry out a projected colony. Hearing of this outbreak, he hastened into Meath. An encounter took place near Kells.
"Hang him! Hang him!" he repeated in his mind. The McMurrough, who had risen, took a light and attended his guest to his room. Asgill and the O'Beirnes the smaller folk had withdrawn earlier remained seated at the table, the young men scoffing at the Englishman's weak head, and his stiffness and conceit of himself, Asgill silent and downcast.
But, although The McMurrough had all the appearance of a prisoner, Ulick thrust away the notion as soon as it occurred. To clear his mind, he looked to see how the men engaged in getting out the powder were taking it. They had ceased to work, and were staring with all their eyes.
You spared because it was because you thought it was to your interest, your advantage to spare! I say, out of your own mouth you are condemned." James McMurrough had scarcely force to follow the pitiless reasoning by which the elder man convicted him.
Under the shadow of the great peat-stack at the back of the house, whither he had retired that he might make up his mind before he faced the three, Asgill bit his nails and cursed The McMurrough with all his heart, calling him a score of names, each worse than the other.
The possibility of surrender did not occur to him, partly because he felt sure that James McMurrough would not be so foolish as to let him die; but partly, also, by reason of a noble stubbornness in the man, a fixedness that for no pain of death would leave a woman or a child to perish.
Beside it lay a deed, engrossed on parchment, which purported to grant all that he held under the will of the late Sir Michael McMurrough to and for the sole use of Constantine Hussey, Esquire, of Duppa.
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