"They are quite intelligible to——"
"Be quiet, boys!" said Tim, as they stopped at the door of Jack's house, "you'll get plenty of fighting without starting it now. There's going to be a Home Rule meeting to-morrow."
"Where, Tim?"
"In the alameda, no less. His Excellency the Lord Lieutenant is to speak to the crowd."
"He'll tell a lot of lies, I expect," said Jack, sagely. "Well, he can say what he jolly well pleases. I'll lay any odds that before the week's out war will be proclaimed."
He was a truer prophet than he thought.
CHAPTER VIII.
VIVA EL REPUBLICA.
No king have we with golden crown,
To tread the sovereign people down;
All men are equal in our sight—