Vote or not, however, we shall soon clear him out of
Ahadarra--we shall punish his insolence for daring to withhold his
vote; for, as sure as my name is Fethertonge, out he goes. The fine and
distillation affair, however, will save us a good deal of trouble, and
of course I am very glad you declined to have anything to do with the
support of his petition. The fellow is nothing else than shuffler, as I
told you. Vote or not, therefore, out of Ahadarra he goes; and, when he
does, I have a good tenant to put in his place."
M'Mahon's blood boiled on hearing this language, and he inwardly swore
that, let the consequences be what they might, a vote of his should
never go to the support of such a man.
Again we return to Hycy Burke, who, when the day of the great struggle
arrived, rode after breakfast on that same morning into Ballymacan, and
inquired at the post-office if there were any letters for him.
"No," replied the postmaster; "but, if you see Bryan M'Mahon, tell him
I have here one for him, from Major Vanston--it's his frank and his
handwriting."
"I'm going directly to him," said Hycy, "and will bring it to him; so
you had better hand it here."
The postmaster gave him the letter, and in a few minutes Hycy was on his
way home with as much speed as his horse was capable of making.
"Nanny," said he, calling upon Nanny Peety, when he had put his horse in
the stable and entered the parlor, "will you fetch me a candle and some
warm water?"
"Yes, sir," said Nanny; "but you must wait till I boil some, for there's
none hot.
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