As I was about to go, I inquired,--

"By the way, you have a magistrate living somewhere near here, haven't

you a Mr Gorman, whom I am to see on business."

The landlord's face fell.

"Ay. His honour's house is across the lough yonder at Knockowen. But

you'll get little value out of him. He's a broken man."

"How broken?"

"Arrah, it's a long story. He's run with the hare and hunted with the

hounds too long, and there's no man more hated between here and the

Foyle. His life's not worth a twopenny-piece."

"Was he the man whose daughter was carried off?" I asked as innocently

as I could.

"Who told you that?" said he, with a startled look. "Not Tim. If it

had been Barry now, the scoundrel, he could have told you more of that

than any man. Ay, that's he."

"Did he ever get her back?"

"'Deed, there's no telling. He says not a word. But he hangs every

honest man that comes across him. I'd as soon swim from Fanad to Dunaff

in a nor'-westerly gale as call up at Knockowen."

"Well," said I, with a laugh, "get me a boat, for I must see him at

once, and take my chance of a hanging. Give me oars and a sail; I can

put myself over."

So once more I found myself on the familiar tack, with Knockowen a white

speck on the water-side ahead. What memories and hopes and fears

crowded my mind as I slid along before the breeze! How would his honour

receive me this time? Should I find Knockowen a trap from which I

should have to fight my way out? Should I--here I laughed grimly--spend

the night dangling at a rope's end from one of the beeches in the

avenue? Above all, should I find Miss Kit there, or any news of her?

Then I gave myself up to thinking of her, and the minutes passed

quickly, till it was time to slip my sheet and row alongside the

landing-stage.

"Halt! who goes there?" cried a voice.

"A friend," said I; "first officer of his Majesty's cutter _Gnat_, with

a message from the captain to Mr Gorman."

"Pass, friend," said the sentry, grounding his gun with a clang.

"Ah," thought I, as I walked up the well-known path, remembering the

half-hour I had been kept waiting at my last visit, "it's something to

be an officer and a gentleman after all."

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