“At Malone's, in the Glen?”
“Yes; how did you know that?”
“I was there. I saw you captured and witnessed your escape.”
“Diantre! How near it was!”
He paused for a second, and I took the opportunity to recount to him the dreadful issue of the scene, with the burning of the cabin. He grew sickly pale as I related the circumstance; then flushing as quickly, he exclaimed,—
“We must look to this; these people must be taken care of, I 'll speak to Dalton; you know him?”
“No; I know not one here.”
“It was he who met you last night; he is a noble fellow. But stay; there 's a knock at the door.”
He approached the fireplace, and taking down the pistols which hung beside it, walked slowly towards the door.
“'Tis Darby, sir,—Darby the Blast, coming to speak a word to Mister Burke,” said a voice from without.