MacCarthy more, or, The fortunes of an Irish chief in the reign of ...

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wi\.in for spite, I need have no pity for her. But
whillier are we going ?" slie asked, seeing that tliey
had now lost siglit of Cork, and were going farther
and fartlier from the river, hack into tlie country.
" To a place of safety," was Bryan'* curt, hut re-
spectful answer. " I fear your kidysLip is tired, but
there are horses waiting for us a little farther on."
On the little party trudged, through the increasing
darkness ; the road became wild and lonely, and lit-
tle Una keeping closer to the side of her mistress,
wliispered her fears that, afr.er all, they might have
fallen into evil hands.
" Hush !" said her mistress, " be not afraid. I
will end well, I doubt not."
Just then, from out a clump of trees, came a voice
asking, in Irish, " Is that you, Bryan naCarda?"
Bryan's answer brought out from amongst the trees
three Kerry ponies, and two men who had had them
m charge. Lady Ellen and her shrinking attendant
were placed on two of the ponies, Bryant mounted
the third, and with a kindly " God speed you, Lady
Ellen of Clan Caura !" from the men behind—which
familiar words set poor Una's mind at ease, the little
party rode on in silence, their way lit only by the
fitars of heaven, Bryan riding in front as guide.
" Now, then," said he aloud, " a iig for Norreys,
and St. Leger, and the Brownes to boot !"#
On, on they rode through the silent night, their
destination a secret to the young wife of Bryan's