“There’s no use in sich talk as this, my friend; every man that joins us must make up his mind to do his duty to God and his country.”

“It’s a quare way of sarvin’ God to commit midnight murdher on his creatures,” responded the man with energy.

“I don’t know who you are,” replied our friend, “but if you take my advice, you’ll not hould such conversation wid every man you spake to in this body.  Wid me you’re safe, but at the same time, I say, don’t draw suspicion on yourself, and it’ll be betther for you.”

“Who is this man?” asked the other, who appeared to have been borne away a good deal by his feelings, “that commands us?”

“Don’t you know Captain Midnight?” replied the other, somewhat evasively.

“Why, of coorse I know the man by that name; but, at the same time, I know nothin’ else about him.”

“Did you never hear?” asked his companion.

“Why, to tell you the truth,” said the other, “I heerd it said that he’s the Cannie Soogah, or the Jolly Pedlar that goes about the country.”

“Well,” said the other, lowering his voice a good deal in reply, “if I could trust you, I’d tell you what I think.”

“I’ll give you my name, then,” replied the other, “if you doubt me;” he accordingly whispered it to him, and the conversation proceeded.

“I know your family well,” returned our friend; “but, as I said before, be more on your guard, unless you know well the man you spake to.  As for myself, I sometimes think it is the Cannie Soogah and sometimes that it is not.  Others say it’s Buck English; but the Buck, for raisons that some people suspect, could never be got to join us.  He wishes us well, he says, but won’t do anything till there comes an open ’ruction, and then he’ll join us, but not before.  It’s hard to say, at any rate, who commands us when we meet this way.”

“Why so?”

“Why the dickens need you ax?  Sure it’s not the same man two nights runnin’.”

“But I have been only three or four times out yet,” replied his companion; “and, sure enough, you’re very—­right—­they hadn’t the same man twiste.”

They had now reached the road under the Fort or Rath we have alluded to, and as there was no further necessity for any combined motion among them, and as every man now was anxious to reach home as soon as possible, their numbers diminished rapidly, until they ultimately dispersed themselves in all directions throughout the country.

CHAPTER IV.—­Mirth and Murder—­A Tithe-Proctor’s Office.

The next morning, when our proctor and his family assembled at breakfast, their usual buoyancy of spirits was considerably checked by a report which had already spread over a great portion of the country, that a very industrious and honest farmer, who lived within about four miles of them, had been murdered in his own house the night before, by a party of fellows disguised with blackened faces, and who wore shirts over their clothes.  The barbarous and brutal deed, in consequence of the amiable and excellent character of the man—­who had been also remarkable for resolution and courage—­had already excited an extraordinary commotion throughout the country.