His companion turned towards him with amazement, and truly his appearance was startling, if not frightful; he looked as it were into vacancy; his eyes had become hollow and full of terror; his complexion assumed the hue of ashes; his voice got weak and unsteady, and his limbs trembled excessively, whilst from every pore the perspiration came out, and ran down his ghastly visage in large drops.

“M’Gowan,” said his companion, “this is a dreadful business.  As yet you have said nothing, and from what I see, I advise you to reflect before you proceed further in it.  I think I can guess the nature of your secret; but even if you went to my father, he would tell you, that you are not bound to criminate yourself.”

The Prophet, in the mean time, had made an effort to recover himself, which, after a little time, was successful.

“I believe you think,” he added, with a gloomy and a bitter smile, “that it was I who committed the murdher; oh no! if it was, I wouldn’t be apt to hang myself, I think.  No! but I must see your father, as a magistrate; an’ I must make the disclosure to him.  The man that did murdher Sullivan is livin’, and that man is Condy Dalton.  I knew of this, an’ for two-an’-twenty years let that murdherer escape, an’ that is what made me so miserable an’ unhappy.  I can prove what I say; an’ I know the very spot where he buried Sullivan’s body, an’ where it’s lyin’ to this very day.”

“In that case, then,” replied the other, “you have only one course to pursue, and that is, to bring Dalton to justice.”

“I know it,” returned the Prophet; “but still I feel that it’s a hard case to be the means of hangin’ a fellow-crature; but of the two choices, rather than bear any longer what I have suffered an’ am still sufferin’, I think it betther to prosecute him.”

“Then go in and see my father at once about it, and a devilish difficult card you’ll have to play with him; for my part, I think he is mad ever since Jemmy Branigan left him.  In fact, he knows neither what he is saying or doing without him, especially in some matters; for to tell you the truth,” he added, laughing, “Jemmy, who was so well acquainted with the country and every one in it, took much more of the magistrate on him than ever my father did; and now the old fellow, when left to himself, is nearly helpless in every sense.  He knows he has not Jemmy, and he can bear nobody else near him or about him.”

“I will see him, then, before I lave the place; an’ now, Masther Richard, you know what steps you ought to take with regard to Gra Gal Sullivan.  As she is willin’ herself, of course there is but one way of it.”

“Of course I am aware of that,” said Dick; “but still I feel that it’s devilish queer she should change so soon from Dalton to me.”