Find a clue to the
money--bring this fellow in my way, as you promised--and help me with
the landlord's daughter."
"Is there nothin' else?"
"What?"
"She's sick."
"Well, let her die, then; I don't care."
"In the other things I will help you," said Nell; "but you must clear
your own way there. I can do every thing but that. I have a son myself,
an' my hands is tied against blood till I find him out. I could like to
see some people withered, but I can't kill."
"Well, except her case, we understand one another. Good night, then."
"You must work that for yourself. Good night."
CHAPTER VI.
In the mean time a circumstance occurred which scarcely any person who
heard it could at first believe. About twelve o'clock the next day the
house of Lamh Laudher More was surrounded with an immense crowd, and the
whole town seemed to be in a state of peculiar animation and excitement.
Groups met, stood, and eagerly accosted each other upon some topic that
evidently excited equal interest and astonishment.
LAMH LAUDHER OGE HAD CHALLENGED THE DEAD BOXER.
True. On that morning, at an early hour, the proscribed young man waited
upon the Sovereign of the town, and requested to see him. Immediately
after his encounter with the black the preceding night, and while Ellen
Neil offered to compensate him for the obloquy she had brought upon his
name, he formed the dreadful resolution of sending him a challenge.
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