"'There are no French in this neighbourhood,' said I, surprised.
"'But plinty of thaves and robbers, sir; and a nice meetin' it 'id be for us.'
"'Forward!' said I; 'we must just take them, like our wives, Crogan, for better or worse.'
"'And, like the wives, a sorry takin' it may be for some of us,' said Darby, with a reckless laugh, as we rode on in the dark; and reaching the skirt of a cork wood, found a large Spanish coach, drawn by two mules—such a turn-out as one might have met in those days on the prados of Seville or Madrid—being ransacked by five or six ruffians, armed with pistols, knives, and carbines. A man lay dead among the long grass, near the trees; the mules were kicking and plunging in the traces; and while one ruffian dragged out two ladies, the others were cutting open and emptying their portmanteaus. I drew my a word.
"'Make your horse rear, sir, the moment we are fired at,' cried Crogan, who was a practised trooper—' 'twas by not doing so that Corporal Lanigan, of ours, got a ball in his chest, at Talavera—his first battle too.'
"'Forward!' cried I, 'cut them down!'
"'Whoop—hubaboo! this baste ov mine 'ud clear the rock of Cashel at one spring!' exclaimed Crogan, who uttered an Irish yell, as we fell suddenly on the marauders; and though we were but two to six, routed them in a moment. Three shots were fired at us: I cut one fellow across the hand, and severed his fingers, which grasped the barrel of his musket; Darby stretched another among the grass, and, whether scared by his Irish shout, our sudden onset, or the dread that there were more of us, I know not but in a twinkling they had vanished into the wood, and we sprang from our horses to assist the ladies.
"'Ay de mi! señor oficial!' cried the younger, grasping me by the left arm; 'a thousand prayers and thanks.'
"'Ay! mi señor Caballero, muchias gracias,' added the elder, making a stately, but profound curtsy to Crogan.
"'Why, mam, you make a regular Irish dip,' said he, raising his hand to the peak of his helmet 'But, sure you've dhropped something,' he added, picking up a flask. 'Oh, it can't be this, at all—aggadenty, the thafe! Hurroo! it's like raal Cork, but out of a bran-new cask.'