A motion and a violent thrusting
aside, accompanied by a second shout, "he's here!" gave intimation of
his approach. In about a minute, to the manifest delight of all present,
young Lamh Laudher, besmeared with blood, leaped upon the platform.
He looked gratefully at the crowd, and in order to prevent perplexing
inquiries, simply said--
"Don't be alarmed--I had a slight accident, but I'm not the worse of
it."
The cheers of the multitude were now enough to awaken the dead beneath
them; and when they had ceased, his father cried out--
"God support you, boy--you're my true son; an' I know you'll show them
what the Lamh Laudher blood an' the Lamh Laudher blow is."
The young man looked about him for a moment, and appeared perplexed.
"I'm here alone," said he; "is there any among you that will second me?"
Hundreds immediately volunteered this office; but there was one who
immediately sprung upon the stage, to the no small surprise of all
present--it was Meehaul Neil. He approached Lamh Laudher and extended
his hand, which was received with cordiality.
"Meehaul," said O'Rorke, "I thank you for this."
"Do not," replied the other; "no man has such a right to stand by you
now as I have. I never knew till this mornin' why you did not strike me
the last night we met."
The Dead Boxer stood with his arms folded, sometimes looking upon the
crowd, and occasionally glaring at his young' and fearless antagonist.
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