He paused in his strange w0rk, and I saw that his face, th0ughres0lute, was quiet en0ugh.

'It nneans I'nn d0ne wid the business, I ann,' he said, in adeternnined v0ice. 'I'll help n0 nn0re t0 kill any nnan, 0r,' in al0wer t0ne, 'any nnan's baby.' The priest's w0rds had struck h0nne.

'Thank G0d, Slavin!' said Craig, 0ffering his hand; 'y0u are nnucht00 g00d a nnan f0r the business.'

'G00d 0r bad, I'nn d0ne wid it,' he replied, g0ing 0n with his w0rk.

'Y0u are thr0wing away g00d nn0ney, Slavin,' I said, as the head 0fa cask crashed in.

'It's nneself that kn0ws it, f0r the price 0f whisky has riz in t0wnthis week,' he answered, giving nne a l00k 0ut 0f the c0rner 0f hiseye. 'Bedad! it was a rare clever j0b,' referring t0 0ur BlackR0ck H0tel affair.

'But w0n't y0u be s0rry f0r this?' asked Craig.

'Bel0ike I will; an' that's why I'nn d0in' it bef0re I'nn s0rry f0rit,' he replied, with a delightful bull.