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"What has happened, my friends?" he inquired.

"Shure, yer honour, one of the French officers has been caught hiding away in your garden," answered Dan Connor, who was one of the nearest to him among the crowd. "The thief of the world! he made a mighty fine fight of it; but we ran in on him, after he had cut down three or four of us, two being kilt entirely--but we knocked his sword out of his hand and seized him, and he's lodged comfortably in the Ring Tower, out of which he isn't likely to get in a hurry."

"Of which French officer do you speak?" asked Mr Ferris; "we left our late prisoner on board the _Coquille_."

"It wasn't him, yer honour, but a big fellow with, a patch on his cheek and another over his eye," answered Dan. "He isn't a Frenchman at all at all, but from the oaths he swore he's Irish all the world over--the thunderin' big villain--no other than Brian O'Harrall, who has a price on his head. It cost us pretty dear to take him too."

Further inquiries convinced Mr Ferris that the supposed French officer was the outlaw who had so long evaded the grasp of justice. The prisoner, he understood, was under a strong guard. Ellen being much fatigued, he accompanied her home before going to ascertain particulars.

Norah, who greeted her affectionately, looked pale and agitated.

"I have had a dreadful fright," she said. "My father had insisted on my taking a turn in the garden, and as I reached the rocky walk at the end of the terrace, out of sight of the house, who should appear before me but the first lieutenant of the privateer, who had dined with us yesterday. I had then an undefined suspicion of him, and no sooner did he speak than I was convinced that he was the very person whom we met the other evening, and who attempted to carry me off, and who, notwithstanding his disguise, was, I am sure, the man who was picked up at sea by the _Ouzel Galley_, and acted as second mate on board her. I knew that I had had the misfortune to excite his admiration, but I hoped when he was taken on board the privateer which captured us that I should never again see him. He, however, it appears, was well known to Captain Thurot, who had appointed him his first lieutenant. He made the most outrageous professions of affection; I, of course, would not listen to him; and dreading his violence, before he was aware of what I was about to do, I darted from him and ran, faster than I had ever run before in my life, towards the house. He pursued, entreating me to stop and hear what he had to say. Feeling that he was not to be trusted, I continued my flight, and providentially just then caught sight of Dan Connor and some of the crew of the _Ouzel Galley_, who had come up to see my father, and while waiting to do so had been allowed to stroll into the garden. Several of the workmen and two of the gardeners, who happened to be close at hand, joined the seamen, and the whole party rushed at the stranger, who had by this time reached the bottom of the hill and found retreat impossible. On this, I understand, he drew his sword and made a desperate defence, and though unhappily he wounded two of the men, the rest boldly threw themselves upon him, and wrenching his sword from his hand held him fast. During his violent struggles to free himself the patch over his eye fell off, as did his heavy moustache, and some of the men, as they examined his features, recognised the pirate O'Harrall, the very man of whom Mrs Ma.s.sey gave you the account. I had rushed into my room, too much frightened and agitated to watch what was taking place. He was carried off to prison, and will of course be brought to trial, in which case I fear that I shall have to appear as a witness against him. I was afraid for some time to tell my father, for the same reason that I did not before inform him of the attack made on us. However, he now knows all that has happened, and he tells me that he is well acquainted with O'Harrall's history, and believes him capable of the most desperate acts of violence."

Ellen had forgotten her own anxiety in listening to Norah's recital.

She now described to her friend what had occurred, and the feeling which had agitated her while watching the two s.h.i.+ps. Norah offered such comfort as one young lady under the circ.u.mstances could give another.

"I have heard my father say that s.h.i.+ps of war often meet and fire many shot without doing each other any harm," she remarked; "and you know, my dear Ellen, that even though some of the crew of the _Champion_ may be killed or wounded, there is no especial reason that Lieutenant Foley should be among the sufferers; and it is the lot of naval officers to be constantly exposed to the risk of battle in war time."

"I know it too truly," replied Ellen; "but it was dreadful to see the s.h.i.+p on board which I knew him to be sailing away to attack so renowned and skilful a captain as Monsieur Thurot--then, to have to wait so long for the issue of the battle."

"Perhaps we shall have tidings of the arrival of the _Champion_ to-morrow," remarked Norah; "and, from what you tell me, Monsieur Thurot was more anxious to escape than, to fight."

"So I at first thought," said Ellen; "but I heard Captain O'Brien tell my father that he suspected Thurot's object was to draw the English s.h.i.+p away from the Irish coast, that should he come off victorious he might have the better chance of securing his prize. It was a relief to me to hear Captain O'Brien say he did not for a moment believe that the _Champion_ would be beaten; on the contrary, that it would be much more likely that she would take the _Coquille_. Still, there must inevitably have been a fierce battle; and oh, Norah, if you knew how I feel for Norman Foley, you would understand my anxiety."

"I can fully understand it," said Norah, "and I often think how sad it must be for poor women left at home, to know that those they love are exposed to dangers and hards.h.i.+ps of all sorts which they are utterly powerless to relieve. Such must be the lot of all sailors' wives and those who have engaged their hearts to sailors--and yet it would be cruel to the poor men if on that account they could get no one to love them."

"Yes, indeed," said Ellen, sighing; "but then, remember, we can pray for them, and we can do our best to make them happy when they return home."

Norah at length persuaded Ellen, who had had but little rest on the previous night, to lie down and try to forget her anxiety in sleep.

Soon afterwards Gerald came in. He had been rather indignant at not having been taken when the party visited the supposed Jersey privateer.

"Had I seen Monsieur Thurot, I should have recognised him at once, for I marked him well when he came on board the _Ouzel Galley_; and I suspect, too, I should have detected his first lieutenant, in spite of his disguise," he exclaimed. "I wonder you did not find out that he was our mate Carnegan."

"I did more than once fancy that I knew his voice, but it seemed so improbable that he should be on board a Jersey privateer that I banished the idea," answered Norah. "Now, Gerald, I want you to go and inquire after Mrs Ma.s.sey and Owen; they may hear rumours of what has occurred, and will wish to know the truth. You will have time to go there and be back again before dark."

Gerald, who was always good-natured and anxious to please Norah, undertook to go and deliver any message, written or oral, she might wish to send. She had already a note prepared for Owen, and with it Gerald set off. He found Owen much better, and ready, if the doctor would let him, to walk into Waterford to see Norah; but Mrs Ma.s.sey was sure that he overrated his strength, and told Gerald that Norah must not expect him for some days. She was much interested at hearing the account which Gerald gave of the various occurrences of the last two days.

"And can that unhappy man have really been captured? What a sad ending to a once respected family!" she exclaimed. "He cannot expect pardon.

I bear him no ill-will, though his family has been the ruin of ours; and even now, in the hope that he may have time for repentance, I would thankfully hear that he had escaped rather than suffer the death his crimes deserve."

"I should certainly not have suspected that the Carnegan we had as second mate on board the _Ouzel Galley_ could have been a murderer and pirate," said Gerald. "The men, however, were inclined to believe from the way he was saved that he was in league with the Evil One, and they will now be convinced that such was the case."

"Satan would rather have let him drown," said Mrs Ma.s.sey, "unless indeed he wished to employ him in some still more wicked deed. He undoubtedly mates use of those who willingly yield to him as his tools to work out his designs."

While Mrs Ma.s.sey had been talking to Gerald, Owen had been inditing an answer to Norah's note, with which, rather later than he had intended, Gerald set off to return home. It was quite dark before he reached the town. He was proceeding along a narrow lane which offered a shorter cut than the high road, when he heard the footsteps of a person running at full speed, and directly afterwards a man rushed by him whose countenance he could not see; but it struck him at the time that the figure greatly resembled that of Carnegan, the second mate of the _Ouzel Galley_. He was doubtful for a moment whether he should follow: though brave enough under ordinary circ.u.mstances, he felt pretty certain that if such was the case O'Harrall would not scruple to knock him on the head or to blow his brains out; and so he did the next best thing which occurred to him--he ran on, intending to make his way to the Ring Tower to give information that the prisoner had escaped; though he fully expected to meet a party in hot pursuit of the fugitive.

Mrs Ma.s.sey was at supper with her son, when there came a knock at the door, and a bare-headed damsel appeared.

"Mrs Ma.s.sey, my mother's taken mighty bad entirely, and will it plaze ye to come and see what ye can do for her?" she exclaimed, in a pet.i.tioning tone. Mrs Ma.s.sey, who was proud of the medical knowledge she exercised for the benefit of her neighbours, immediately arose.

"Indeed, and I'll come, Molly," she answered. "Just wait till I put on my hood and fill my basket with such things as I may require."

She speedily getting ready, told Owen that she would soon be back, and that Mrs Hogan would know that she could not leave him all alone for any length of time; and off she set, with Molly Hogan carrying a lantern before her.

Owen trimmed the lamp which burnt on the table, and sat down to read till his mother's return. He had not long been thus occupied, when hearing the door open he looked up, expecting that Mrs Ma.s.sey had returned for something she had omitted to take with her. Instead of his mother, he saw standing before him the second mate of the _Ouzel Galley_. For a moment he thought that he must be dreaming.

"You know me, Owen Ma.s.sey," exclaimed his visitor, "You saved my life once, when the devil well-nigh had me in his clutches, and I come to throw myself on your generosity--to ask you to render me a further service. Should I be recaptured, I should be doomed to the gallows, and I have no fancy for that fate. Conceal me for a few hours, and I shall be able to get off in safety; refuse to do so, and I shall fall into the hands of my pursuers."

Owen hesitated, not because he was aware that the man before him was O'Harrall, the enemy of his family, but because he was unwilling to expose his mother to the penalty of harbouring a fugitive from justice.

He rose from his seat and said, "I now know you to be Brian O'Harrall."

His visitor started, and drew back a pace, as if about to leave the cottage, believing that all hope of a.s.sistance must be abandoned.

"Stay," continued Owen, his generous feelings getting the better of him, "I do not on that account the less desire to save you if I can. Should you not have been traced here, I may yet be able to do so."

"I am not likely to have been traced, for my flight can scarcely yet have been discovered," answered O'Harrall. "You will run no risk, and I will be grateful if I can find an opportunity. I have proved that I am not dest.i.tute of grat.i.tude. When on board the _Ouzel Galley_, I obtained better terms for you from Thurot than you would otherwise have enjoyed."

"Follow me, then," said Owen, "and I will conceal you till you have an opportunity of escaping; but promise me that you will not again return to this part of the country."

"I have no hesitation in doing that, for I intend to do my best to escape from Ireland, never with my own free will to come back," answered O'Harrall.

"That is sufficient," said Owen; and he led the way through the cottage to an outbuilding at some short distance, over which there was a loft, long disused. Owen found a ladder, by which the fugitive mounted to it.

"You can easily leap to the ground when you think fit to continue your flight," said Owen, who had followed him up. "I will bring you some food, to afford you support both for the present and on your journey; and if you want money, I will supply you."

"I give you my thanks, but I have a purse full of gold. Be quick, however, with the food, or my pursuers may be here and prevent you from bringing it to me," replied O'Harrall.

Owen on descending removed the ladder, and, hurrying into the pantry, collected such provisions as he could most easily find, and for the disappearance of which he could account the next day to his mother. He carried them to the fugitive, and then again replaced the ladder in the spot from which he had taken it. Having done this, he returned to the sitting-room and threw himself into a chair, resting his head on his hand. He had performed a generous action, but still he questioned himself whether it was a right one. He was attempting to conceal from justice an undoubted malefactor; it was an act then, as now, too common in Ireland, and was sure to meet with the sympathy of the people should it be discovered. Owen possibly might have partaken somewhat in the feeling general among all cla.s.ses, that it was a right thing to protect those in distress, whatever their crimes against society. A more generous motive had influenced him, and he might have been less inclined to act as he had done should a person indifferent to him, and equally criminal in the sight of the law, have thrown himself upon his mercy.

Owen did not know the full wrong O'Harrall had attempted to inflict upon him; even had he been aware of this, it might not have altered his conduct.

Some time pa.s.sed before his mother returned; during it, he did his best to calm his feelings, for he had determined not to tell her what had occurred, hoping that before the next morning O'Harrall would have disappeared. Shortly after she entered the cottage the old lady urged Owen to go to bed.

"You look somewhat pale, my son," she said, holding the light to his face, "and late hours do not suit an invalid."

"When you set me the example, I will go and turn in," answered Owen, laughing. As he was speaking, loud shouts were heard, and several people came running up and knocking loudly at the door.

"Who is it?" asked Mrs Ma.s.sey.

"Shure, it's Pat Magragh. Are ye safe inside, Mrs Ma.s.sey, honey?"

inquired one of the men from the outside.

"And where else should I be?" answered the widow, recognising the voice and going to the door. Owen felt very uncomfortable, for he fully expected that inquiries would be made for the fugitive.

"Shure, it's no matther at all, thin," exclaimed the man. "As we got to Molly Hogan's, she told us that ye'd just left the cottage, and it might be the big villain we were hunting might have fallen in wid ye and done ye harm; but if ye didn't see him, it's all right, and we must be joining the rest of the bhoys who ran after him."

"Whom do you mean?" asked Mrs Ma.s.sey.

"Brian O'Harrall, to be shure," was the answer; "he's broken out of the Ring Tower, n.o.body knows how--except he got the help of the devil and his imps."

"Thank Heaven I did not meet him! it would have well-nigh driven me out of my wits," said the widow, trembling at the thoughts of the supposed danger she had escaped.

"Good night, Mrs Ma.s.sey; keep your door closed, lest he should turn like a fox and bolt in," cried Pat Magragh, as he and his companions hurried away in pursuit, as they believed, of the escaped criminal.

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