“It is four long leagues to Malin,” said he, “and on such a road you are not likely to be there before midnight, when the inn will be closed. However, get Martin to saddle Tara for you. I wish Miss Kit and her maid to start for Derry at daybreak.”
“Where is she now?” I asked.
“At the house of Mr Shannon, the magistrate who is with me here.”
“And where is she to be taken in Derry?”
“To the Foyle Inn, where she will find instructions from me as to her journey to Dublin.”
“Have you the pass?”
He handed me a paper, which read:—
“The bearer rides on my orders. Pass him, and two ladies.—Monsieur Gorman of Knockowen.”
I was turning to the stable when he called me back.
“Remember my advice of this morning. Don’t return here if you value your liberty. There are warrants out against all the men named in the list. The authorities are in earnest this time.”