“In what direction, sir? may I ask.”

“Yes, you may, but I’m not bound to tell you.  In this instance, however, there is no necessity for secrecy; it is now too late to give our gentleman the hard word, so I don’t care much if I do tell you.  I am bound for Ahadarra.”

“For Ahadarra—­you say for Ahadarra, uncle?”

“I do, nephew.”

“By heavens, he is the deepest and most consummate scoundrel alive,” exclaimed Harry; “I now see it all.  Uncle, I wish to God you would—­would—–­I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s quite evident, nor what to think either.  In the mean time the soldiers are waiting for me in Ballymacan, and so I must attend to my duty, Harry.”

“Is it upon the strength of the blotted letter you got this morning, sir, that you are now acting"?”

“No, sir; but upon the strength of a sure spy dispatched this day to the premises.  I am a little too shrewd now, Master Harry, to act solely upon anonymous information.  I have been led too many devil’s dances by it in my time, to be gulled in my old age on the strength of it.”

He immediately prepared himself for the excursion, mounted his horse, that was caparisoned in a military saddle, the holsters furnished with a case of pistols, which, with a double case that he had on his person and two daggers, constituted his weapons of offence and defence.

Their path lay directly to the south for about two miles.  Having traversed this distance they reached cross-roads, one of which branched towards the left and was soon lost in a rough brown upland, into which it branched by several little pathways that terminated in little villages or solitary farmer’s houses.  For about two miles more they were obliged to cross a dark reach of waste moor, where the soil was strong and well capable of cultivation.  Having avoided the villages and more public thoroughfares, they pushed upward until they came into the black heath itself, where it was impossible that horses could travel in such darkness as then prevailed; for it was past ten o’clock, near the close of December.  Clinton consequently left his horse in the care of two soldiers on a bit of green meadow by the side of Ahadarra Lough—­a small tarn or mountain lake about two hundred yards in diameter.  They then pushed up a long round swelling hill, on the other side of which was a considerable stretch of cultivated land with Bryan M’Mahon’s new and improved houses at the head of it.  This they kept to their right until they came in sight of the wild but beautiful and picturesque Glen of Althadhawan, which however was somewhat beyond the distance they had to go.  At length, after breasting another hill which was lost in the base of Cullimore, they dropped down rapidly into a deep glen through which ran a little streamlet that took its rise not a quarter of a mile above them, and which supplied the apparatus for distillation with soft clear water.  This they followed until near the head of the glen, where, in a position which might almost escape even a gauger’s eye, they found the object of their search.