"I've burnt the letters, so no one can know anything about the business unless you tell on yourself: so remember,—not a word."
"Faith. I'll be as dumb as the dumb baste."
"Go, now; and, once for all, remember you'll be hanged so sure as you ever mention one word about this affair."
Andy made a bow and a scrape, and left the squire, who hoped the secret was safe. He then took a ruminating walk round the pleasure-grounds, revolving plans of retaliation upon his false friend O'Grady; and having determined to put the most severe and sudden measure of the law in force against him for the monies in which he was indebted to him, he only awaited the arrival of Murtough Murphy from Dublin to execute his vengeance. Having settled this in his own mind, he became more contented, and said, with a self-satisfied nod of the head, "We'll see who's the bladdher."
In a few days Murtough Murphy returned from Dublin, and to Merryvale he immediately proceeded. The squire opened to him directly his intention of commencing hostile law proceedings against O'Grady, and asked what most summary measures could be put in practice against him.
"Oh! various, various, my dear squire," said Murphy; "but I don't see any great use in doing so yet,—he has not openly avowed himself."
"But does he not intend to coalesce with the other party?"
"I believe so;—that is, if he's to get the pension."
"Well, and that's as good as done, you know; for if they want him, the pension is easily managed."
"I'm not so sure of that."