"I punished them," said Jem, drawing the back of his hand across his mouth.
"We 'll hear about it another time," said I, having my suspicions.
"Let the good man go on," begged Father Donovan, who is not without human curiosity.
Jem needed no second bidding.
"Your Reverence," he said, "I was jogging quietly on as a decent man should, when, coming to the edge of this forest, I saw approach me a party of horsemen, who were very hilarious and laughed loudly. If you look up and down the road and see how lonely it is, and then look at the wood, with no hedge between it and the highway, you 'll notice the place was designed by Providence for such a meeting."
"Sure the public road is designed as a place for travellers to meet," said the father, somewhat bewildered by the harangue.
"Your Reverence is right, but this place could not afford better accommodation if I had made it myself. I struck into the wood before they saw me, tore the black lining from my hat, punched two holes in it for the eyes, and tied it around my forehead, letting it hang down over my face; then I primed my two pistols and waited for the gentlemen. When they were nearly opposite, a touch of the heels to my horse's flank was enough, and out he sprang into the middle of the road.
"'Stand and deliver!' I cried, pointing the pistols at them, the words coming as glibly to my lips as if I had said them no later ago than yesterday. 'Stand and deliver, ye'" and here Jem glibly rattled out a stream of profane appellatives which was disgraceful to listen to.
