father's soldier training is in my veins, and on the eve of a hard or precarious work I am always able to get sound rest. My father often said that on the night before a battle in which he would stand seventy-seven chances of being killed he always slept like a dog in front of the fire.
At dawn I was up and ready. My first move was to have Paddy and Jem sent to me, and to give them such information as would lead them to an intelligent performance of their duties during the day. "Mind ye now," said I, "here 's where the whole thing may be won or lost. There is a lovely lady inside the walls of that garden which I was showing you yesterday. She lives in the big house. She is the lady who made you feel ashamed when you took the old Earl'swell, never mind! I hope we are all properly repentant over it. However, I had better be getting on with the matter in hand. She lives there, and if I can find no way to gain speech of her we all three of us will have to take to the thickets, and that 's the truth."
"If I could but lay my fingers on her throttle," said Jem Bottles in a blood-curdling voice, "she soon enough would"
"Stop!" I cried. "You misunderstood me!"
"Aye, he does," spoke in Paddy. "But I know what your honour is meaning. You are meaning that the young ladyaye, did n't I see her, and did n't she give me a look of her eye? Aye, I know what your honour is meaning."
"You are knowing it precisely," said I. "The young lady is more to me than three Irelands. You understand? Well, then, in the first place I must gain
