“In that case, then, you’re to follow me,” said the man.

“I have no such intention, I assure you, my good fellow,” replied the other.

“Very well, then, I have done my duty,” said the man, turning to depart.

“But,” said our friend, “will you not let me know who it was that sent you.”

“I tell you,” replied the stranger, “that I don’t know.  I was bid to say to you that the hour is come, and the man, and that’s all I know; barrin’ that as I said you wor bid to come wid me, if you wish to sarve thia family.  Now I must go.”

“Stop a moment,” said M’Carthy, “till I return into the house, and let them know I’m going out.”

“No,” replied the other; “if you do, you won’t find me here when you come back.  This instant, or never.”

“To serve this family, you say?”

“To sarve this family, I was bid to say.  I know nothing, an’ can say nothing about it myself.”

“Come, then,” said M’Carthy, resolutely, and thinking of the note he had received in college, “I trust you, or rather I will trust the man that sent you;” and having uttered these words, he departed with the stranger.  The scene now changes to a hill, three or four miles distant from the proctor’s house, called Crockaniska, at the foot of which was a small but beautiful lake or tarn, from which a graceful little stream fell down into a green and picturesque valley, that lay to the south below it.  The shades of evening were beginning to deepen, but for a considerable time before, the road that went past it was observed to be more than usually-thronged with men, some on foot and others on horseback; all presenting a solemn and determined aspect, as if bent upon some dangerous enterprise that must be accomplished, and all apparently strangers to the inhabitants of the place, and to each other.  On the brow of the hill stood a picturesque ruin, and the hill itself was literally covered with men and horses; for it was evident, by the fatigued and travel-stained appearance of both, that they had come from a far distance.  After dusk had set in, the crowd assumed an appearance of stern repose, but at the same time, and somewhat contrasting with this dreadful stillness, pale lights might be seen flitting from time to time through the ragged apertures, and vacant windows of the ruin.  Inside this dreary old building were those who, from the greater respectability of their dress, appeared to be their leaders; men of trust and authority among them, by whose will and opinions they were to be guided.  A table and chairs, provided on this occasion, were placed for the transaction of business, and on these, after some proceedings, conducted with a good deal of form, had been transacted, twelve comfortably, if not well-dressed looking farmers sat, whilst on another chair, considerably elevated above the rest, a person in the garb at least of a gentleman, seemed to preside over, and regulate the business of the night.