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"An' yet" continued Rody, "she's a favorite with every one; an' indeed there's not a more generous or kinder-hearted creature alive this day than she is. I advise you, however, not to let her into your saicrets, for if it was the knockin' of a man on the head and that she knew it, and was asked about it, out it would go, rather than she'd tell a lie."
"Ah, ha," again thought Rody, "I think I see what you're afther at last; but no matther, I'll keep my eye on you. Hut, ay did I," he replied; "but I forget now what's this it was. However, I'll try if I can remember it; if I do, I'll tell you." "You an' he will hang that murdherin' villain, Dalton "
"I need get nobody to do it for me," said the crone. "I could wither any man, woman, or child, off o' the earth, wid one charm, if I wished." "Why don't you wither young Lamh Laudher then?" said Rody.
Troth I wouldn't be in the same Woodward's coat for the wealth o' the world. As for Rantin' Rody, let him take care of himself. It's never safe to sport wid edged tools, and he'll be apt to find it so, if he attempts to put his tricks upon the conjurer."
The remarkable interest which he had felt at an earlier stage of the circumstances that compose our narrative, was beginning to cool a little, when it was revived by his recent conversation with Red Rody concerning the Black Prophet, and the palpable contradictions in which he detected that person, with reference to the period when the Prophet came to reside in the neighborhood.
Rody looked significantly at the crowd, and grinned, and touched his forehead, and pointed at Dalton. "That boy's up to everything," said he; "he's the man to head us all ha, ha!" "Never mind laughin' at him, anyway," observed one of his friends; "maybe if you suffered what he did, poor fellow, an' his family too, that it's not fun you'd be makin' of him."
This was instantly directed at Rody, by a back thrust, for he stood behind him. By the rapid change of their positions, however, the breast of Nell M'Collum received the stab that was designed for another. A short violent shriek followed, as she staggered back and fell. "Staunch the blood," she exclaimed, "staunch the blood, an' there may be a chance of life yet."
"He never heard a word of it," replied Donnel, "barrin' from yourself." "From me!" replied Rody, indignantly; "what do you mane by that?" "Why, when you went to sound him," said Donnel, "you let too much out; and Charley was too cute not to see what you wor at."
The mother was about to inform him of the son's having gone to the mountains, when the latter returned, breathless, pale, and horror-struck. Rody eyed him keenly, and laid down the bit he was conveying to his mouth. "Heavens above us!" exclaimed his mother, "what ails you?" He only replied by dashing his hat upon the ground, and exclaiming, "Up wid yez! up wid yez! quit your dinners!
His unhappy mother and Rody sat up the whole night, expecting his return, but morning arrived without bringing him home. For six days afterwards the search for him was general and strict; his friends and neighbors traversed the mountain wastes until they left scarcely an acre of them unexplored.
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