Willy Reilly and his dear cooleen bawn . hat upon his soul and conscienceif the matter lay with him he would not put his honor amongthe felons ; but then he had no discretion, because it wasas much as his place was worth to break the rules—a thinghe couldnt think of doing as an honest man and an uprightofficer. 11 But whatever I can do for you, Sir Robert, Ill do. You will let me have pen and ink, wont you ? Well, let me see. Yes, I will, Sir Robert ; Ill stretchthat far for the sake of ould times. CHAPTER XXII. THE SQUIRE COMFORTS WHITECRAFT IN HIS AFFLICTION. THE old squire and Cummiskey los
Willy Reilly and his dear cooleen bawn . hat upon his soul and conscienceif the matter lay with him he would not put his honor amongthe felons ; but then he had no discretion, because it wasas much as his place was worth to break the rules—a thinghe couldnt think of doing as an honest man and an uprightofficer. 11 But whatever I can do for you, Sir Robert, Ill do. You will let me have pen and ink, wont you ? Well, let me see. Yes, I will, Sir Robert ; Ill stretchthat far for the sake of ould times. CHAPTER XXII. THE SQUIRE COMFORTS WHITECRAFT IN HIS AFFLICTION. THE old squire and Cummiskey lost little time in gettingover the ground to the town of Sligo, and, in order toreach it the more quickly, they took a short cut by the oldroad which we have described at the beginning of this nar-rative. On arriving at that part of it from which they couldview the spot where Reilly rescued them from the murderousviolence of the Red Rapparee, Cummiskey pointed to it. 11 Does your honor remember that place, where you seethe ould buildin?. Mi; ROBERT WHITECRAFT IN PRISON. WILL Y RE ILL Y. 345 11 Yes, I think so. Is not that the place where the cursedRapparee attacked us ? It is, sir ? and where poor Reilly saved both our lives ;and yet your honors goin to hang him. You know nothing about it, you old blockhead. It wasall a plan got up by Reilly and the Rapparee for the purposeof getting introduced to my daughter, for his own base andselfish purposes. Yes, Ill hang him certainly—no doubt ofthat. Well, sir, replied Cummiskey, its one comfort thathe wont hang by himself. No, said the other, he and the Rapparee will stretchthe same rope. The Rapparee ! faith, sir, hell have worse company. ? What do you mean, sirra ? 11 Why, Sir Robert Whitecraft, sir ; he always had gallowswritten in his face ; but, upon my soul, hell soon have itabout his neck, please God. 11 Faith, Im afraid you are not far from the truth, Cum-miskey, replied his master; however, I am going tomake arrangements wit
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