"'Musha! but it's cowld I am!' he shivered.
"'Begor it is—git up and come home!' said Murdock, and he dragged the old man to his feet.
"'Hould me up, Murtagh,' said the latter, 'I'm that cowld I can't shtand, an' me legs is like shtones—I can't feel them at all, at all!'
"'All right!' said the other, 'walk on a little bit—sthraight—as ye're goin' now—I'll just shtop to cork the bottle.'
"From my position I could see their movements, and as I am a living man, Art! I saw Murdock turn him with his face to the bog, and send him to walk straight to his death!"
"Good God! Dick—are you quite certain?"
"I haven't the smallest doubt on my mind. I wish I could have, for it's a terrible thing to remember! That attempt to murder in the dark and the storm, comes between me and sleep! Moreover, Murdoch's action the instant after showed only too clearly what he intended. He turned quickly away, and I could hear him mutter as he moved past me on his way down the hill:—
"'He'll not throuble me now—curse him! an' his share won't be required,' and then he laughed a low horrible laugh, slow and harsh, and as though to himself; and I heard him say:—
"'An' whin I do get the chist, Miss Norah, ye'll be the nixt!'"
My blood began to boil as I heard of the villain's
