let me look at these marks: ay, about five yards--there"s the track of feet about five yards before him--here they turn about, an" go back.
Here, Savior o" the world! see here! the mark, clane an" clear, of the b.u.t.t o" the gun! Now if that boy stretched afore us had the gun in his hand the time she went off, could the mark of it be here? Bring me down the gun--an" the curse o" G.o.d upon her for an unlucky thief, whoever had her! It"s thrue!--it"s too thrue!" he continued--"the man that had the gun stood on this spot."
"It"s a falsity," said Frank; "it"s a d.a.m.nable falsity. Rody Teague, I call upon you to spake for me. Didn"t you see, when we went out to the hills, that it was Mike carried the gun, an" not me?"
"I did," replied Rody. "I can swear to that."
"Ay," exclaimed Prank, with triumph; "an" you yourself, Darby, saw us, as I said, makin" up whatsomever little differences there was betwixt us."
"I did," replied the mendicant, sternly; "but I heard you say, no longer ago than last night--say!--why you swh.o.r.e it, man alive!--that if you wouldn"t have Peggy Gartland, he never should. In your own stable I heard it, an" I was the manes of disappointin" you an" your gang, when you thought to take away the girl by force. You"re well known too often to carry a fair face when the heart under it is black wid you."
"All I can say is," observed young Reillaghan, "that if it comes out agin you that you played him foul, all the earth won"t save your life; I"ll have your heart"s blood, if I should hang for it a thousand times."
This dialogue was frequently interrupted by the sobbings and clamor of the women, and the detached conversation of some of the men, who were communicating to each other their respective opinions upon the melancholy event which had happened.
Darby More now brought Reillaghan"s father aside, and thus addressed him:--
"Gluntho! (* Listen)--to tell G.o.d"s thruth, I"ve sthrong suspicions that your son was murdhered. This sacred thing that I put the cra.s.s upon people"s breast wid, saves people from hangin" an" unnatural deaths.
Frank spoke to me last night, no longer ago, to come up an" mark it an"
him to-morrow. My opinion is, that he intinded to murdher him at that time, an" wanted to have a protection agin what might happen to him in regard o" the black deed."
"Can we prove it agin him?" inquired the disconsolate father: "I know it"ll be hard, as there was no one present but themselves; an" if he did it, surely he"ll not confess it."
"We may make him do it maybe," said the mendicant; "the villain"s asily frightened, an" fond o" charms an" pisthrogues,* an" sich holy things, for all his wickedness. Don"t say a word. We"ll take him by, surprise; I"ll call upon him to touch the corpse. Make them women--an" och, it"s hard to expect it--make them stop clappin" their hands an" cryin"; an"
let there be a dead silence, if you can."
During this and some other observations made by Darby, Frank had got the gun in his possession; and, whilst seeming to be engaged in looking at it, and examining the lock, he actually contrived to reload it without having been observed.
"Now, neighbors," said Darby, "hould your tongues for a weeshy start, till I ax Frank M"Kenna a question or two. Frank M"Kenna, as you hope to meet G.o.d, at Judgment, did you take his life that"s lyin" a corpse before us"?"
"I did not," replied M"Kenna; "I could clear myself on all the books in Europe, that he met his death as I tould you; an" more nor that,"
he added, dropping upon his knees, and uncovering his head, "may I die widout priest or prayer--widout help, hope, or happiness, upon the spot where he"s now stretched, if I murdhered or shot him."
"I say amin to that," replied Darby; "Oxis Doxis Glorioxis!--So far, that"s right, if the blood of him"s not an you. But there"s one thing more to be done: will you walk over undher the eye of G.o.d, an" touch the corpse? Hould back, neighbors, an" let him come over alone: I an" Owen Reillaghan will stand here wid the lights, to see if the corpse bleeds."
"Give me, too, a light," said M"Kenna"s father; "my son must get fair play, anyway: must be a witness myself to it, an" will, too."
"It"s but rasonable," said Owen Reillaghan; "come over beside Darby an" myself: I"m willin" that your son should stand or fall by what"ll happen."
Frank"s father, with a taper in his hand, immediately went, with a pale face and trembling steps, to the place appointed for him beside the corpse, where he took his stand.
When young M"Kenna heard Darby"s last question he seemed as if seized by an inward spasm: the start which he gave, and his gaspings for breath, were visible to all present. Had he seen the spirit of the murdered man before him, his horror could not have been greater; for this ceremony had been considered a most decisive test in cases of suspicion of murder--an ordeal, indeed, to which few murderers wished to submit themselves. In addition to this we may observe, that Darby"s knowledge of the young man"s character was correct; with all his crimes he was weak-minded and superst.i.tious.
He stood silent for some time after the ordeal had been proposed to him; his hair became literally erect, with the dread of this formidable scrutiny, his cheeks turned white, and the cold perspiration fell from him in large drops. All his strength appeared to have departed from him; he stood, as if hesitating, and even energy necessary to stand seemed to be the result of an effort.
"Remember," said Darby, pulling out the large crucifix which was attached to his heads, "that the eye of G.o.d is upon you. If you"ve committed the murdher, thrimble; if not, Frank, you"ve little to fear in touchin" the corpse."
Frank had not uttered a word; but, leaning himself on the gun, he looked wildly around him, cast his eyes up to the stormy sky, then turned them with a dead glare upon the corpse and the crucifix.
"Do you confiss the murdher?" said Darby.
"Murdher!" rejoined Frank: "no! I confess no murdher: you villain, do you want to make me guilty;--do you want to make me guilty, you deep villain?"
It seemed as if the current of his thoughts and feelings had taken a new direction, though it is probable that the excitement which appeared to be rising within him was only the courage of fear.
"You all wish to find me guilty," he added: "but I"ll show you that I"m not guilty."
He immediately walked towards the corpse, and stooping down, touched the body with one hand, holding the gun in the other. The interest of that moment was intense, and all eyes were strained towards the spot.
Behind the corpse, at each shoulder--for the body lay against a small snow-wreath, in a rec.u.mbent position--stood the father of the deceased and the father of the accused, each wound up by feelings of a directly opposite character to a pitch of dreadful excitement over them, in his fantastic dress and white beard, stood the tall mendicant, who held up his crucifix to Frank, with an awful menace upon his strongly marked countenance. At a little distance to the left of the body stood other men who were a.s.sembled, having their torches held aloft in their hands, and their forms bent towards the corpse, their laces indicating expectation, dread, and horror The female relations of the deceased nearest his remains, their torches extended in the same direction, their visages exhibiting the pa.s.sions of despair and grief in their wildest characters, but as if arrested by some supernatural object immediately before their eyes, that produced a new and more awful feeling than grief. When the body was touched, Frank stood as if himself bound by a spell to the spot. At length he turned his eyes to the mendicant, who stood silent and motionless, with the crucifix still extended in his hand.
"Are you satisfied now?" said he.
"That"s wanst," said the pilgrim: "you"re to touch it three times."
Frank hesitated a moment, but immediately stooped again, and touched it twice in succession; but it remained still and unchanged as before! His father broke the silence by a fervent e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of thanksgiving to G.o.d for the vindication of his son"s character which he had just witnessed.
"Now!" exclaimed M"Kenna, in a loud, exulting tone, "you all see that I did not murdher him!"
"You did!" said a voice, which was immediately recognized to be that of the deceased.
M"Kenna shrieked aloud, and immediately fled with his gun towards the mountains, pursued by Reillaghan"s other son. The crowd rushed in towards the body, whilst sorrow, affright, exultation, and wonder, marked the extraordinary scene which ensued.
"Queen o" Heaven!" exclaimed old M"Kenna, "who could believe this only they hard it?"
"The murdher wouldn"t lie?" shrieked out Mrs. Reillaghan--"the murdher wouldn"t lie!--the blood o" my darlin" son spoke it!--his blood spoke it; or G.o.d, or his angel, spoke it for him!"
"It"s beyant anything ever known!" some exclaimed, "to come back an"
tell the deed upon his murdherer! G.o.d presarve us, an" save us, this night! I wish we wor at home out o" this wild place!"
Others said they had heard of such things; but this having happened before their own eyes, surpa.s.sed anything that could be conceived.
The mendicant now advanced, and once more mysteriously held up his crucifix.
"Keep silence!" said he, in a solemn, sonorous voice: "Keep silence, I say, an" kneel I down all o" yez before what I"ve in my hand. If you want to know who or what the voice came from, I can tell yez:--it was the crucifix THAT SPOKE!!"
This communication was received with a feeling of devotion too deep for words. His injunction was instantly complied with: they knelt, and bent down in worship before it in the mountain wilds.
"Ay," said he, "little ye know the virtues of that crucifix! It was consecrated by a friar so holy that it was well known there was but the shadow of him upon the earth, the other part of him bein" night an" day in heaven among the archangels. It shows the power of this Cra.s.s, any way; an you may tell your frinds, that I"ll sell bades touched wid it to the faithful at sixpence apiece. They can be put an your padareens as Dicades, wid a blessin". Oxis Doxis Glorioxis--Amin! Let us now bear the corpse home, antil it"s dressed and laid out dacently as it ought to be."
The body was then placed upon an easy litter, formed of great-coats b.u.t.toned together, and supported by the strongest men present, who held it one or two at each corner. In this manner they advanced at a slow pace, until they reached Owen Reillaghan"s house, where they found several of the country-people a.s.sembled, waiting for their return.
It was not until the body had been placed in an inner room, where none were admitted until it should be laid out, that the members of the family first noticed the prolonged absence of Reillaghan"s other son.
The moment it had been alluded to, they were seized with new alarm and consternation.
"_Hanim an diouol!_" said Reillaghan, bitterly, in Irish, "but I doubt the red-handed villain has cut short the lives of my two brave sons!
I only hope he may stop in the country: I"m not widout friends an"
followers that "ud think it no sin in a just cause to pay him in his own coin, an" to take from him an" his a pound o" blood for every ounce of ours they shed."
A number of his friends instantly volunteered to retrace their way to the mountains, and search for the other son. "There"s little danger of his life," said a relation; "it"s a short time Frank "ud stand him particularly as the gun wasn"t charged. We"ll go, at any rate, for "fraid he might lose himself in the mountains, or walk into some o" the lochs on his way home. We had as good bring some whiskey wid us, for he may want it badly."