“Answer me first, if you plaise,” she replied.
“I have certainly been put on my guard,” he returned, “and informed that I ought to be cautious, for that I had an enemy and that danger was before me.”
“When, and in what way did this happen?”
“I shall make no further communication on the subject,” he replied, “until you speak more plainly.”
“Then,” she proceeded, “I'm afeard there's danger over you this night, if God hasn't said it.”
“Not, I trust, while I am under the protection of your husband and Mogue Moylan.”
She shook her head. “If you haven't something better to depend upon, I wouldn't think myself overly safe; but you didn't answer the last question I axed you. How wor you warned, and who warned you?”
He then gave her a brief account of the rencounter he had with the Whiteboys, and alluded to the unknown but friendly individual who had put him on his guard.
“I knew it,” she exclaimed, “I knew it; I couldn't mistake the look that passed between them. Now, in God's name,” she said, “if you're able to drag a limb afther you at all, start out o' this and save yourself, and, let what will happen, I entreat, for the love of God, that you won't mention my name.”
This he faithfully promised; “But,” replied he to her warning, “I really am not able to escape, and I cannot think that your husband would injure a man who never offended him.”