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"You never met me," said the red-haired stranger, "till within the last fortnight." "What do you mean, you unfortunate man?" asked Rody. "Andy Hart is my name," said the man, "although I didn't go by it for some years." "Andy Hart!" said Nell, raising herself with a violent jerk, and screaming, "Andy Hart! Andy Hart! stand over before me. Andy Hart! It is his father's voice. Oh God!
"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.
"One hundred of it on the nail, this minnit," said the man, "or I bid you farewell, an' then look to yourselves." "It's not mine," said Rody; "if Nell shares it, I have no objection." "I'd give the villain the price of a rope first," she replied. "Then I am off," said the fellow, "an' you'll curse your conduct."
Now this person was no other than Red Rody Duncan, to whom our friend Jemmy Branigan made such opprobrious allusion in the character of the Black Prophet to Dick-o'-the-Grange.
I hard that he was wanst tried for robbery, an' I only wondher it wasn't for murdher, too; for in troth and sowl, if ever a man has both one and the other in his face, he has. It's known to me that he's seen now and then colloguin' an' skulkin' behind the hedges, about dusk, wid red Rody Duncan, that was in twiste for robbery.
Oh, Rody! what'll be done? Go down to Owen Reillaghan's go 'way go down an' tell thim Oh, vick-na-hoie! but this was the unfortunate day to us all? Mike reillaghan is shot with my gun; she went off in his hand goin' over a snow wreath, an' he's lyin' dead in the mountains?" The screams and the wailing which immediately rose in the family were dreadful. Mrs.
"Very asy, Rody," replied Reillaghan; "we made up the quarrel, shuck hands, an's good frinds as ever." "Bedad, that bates cock-fightin'," said Body, as he went to bring in the gun. In the mean time, Prank, with the cards in his hand, went to the eave of the barn, I thrust them up under the thatch, and took out of the same nook a flask of whiskey.
The feeling against him too was strengthened and exasperated by the impetuous resentment with which he addressed himself to the Prophet and Rody Duncan, while giving their evidence, for it was not unreasonable to suppose that the man, who at his years, and in such awful circumstances, could threaten the lives of the witnesses against him, as he did, would not hesitate to commit, in a fit of that ungovernable passion that had made him remarkable through life, the very crime with which he stood charged through a similar act of blind and ferocious vengeance.
"My father didn't hear of the fight between Mike and me?" said he, interrogatively "do you think he did, Rody?"
"I don't think there is, then, to tell you the truth," replied Hanlon; "old Jemmy is against you bitterly, an' Masther Richard's interest in this business isn't as strong as his." "The blackguard ould villain!" exclaimed Rody; "it will be a good job to give him a dog's knock some night or other."
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