Go now; there is a white wand in the corner,--my conjuring
rod,--and if I only touched you with it, I could leave you a cripple and
beggar for life. Go, I say, and tell Caterine Collins how much she and
you gained by this attempt at disgracing me."
Rody, for it was he, was thunderstruck at this discovery, and, springing
to his feet, disappeared.
"Well, Rody," said the crowd, "how did you manage? Did he know you?"
Rody was as white in the face as a sheet. "Let me alone," he replied;
"the conjurer above is the devil, and nothin' else. I must get a glass
o' whiskey; I'm near faintin'; I'm as wake as a child; my strength's
gone The man, or the devil, or whatsomever he is, knows everything, and,
what is worse, he tould me I am to be hanged in earnest."
"Faith, Rody, that required no great knowledge on his part; there's not
a man here but could have tould you the same thing, and there's none of
us a conjurer."
Rody, however, immediately left them to discuss the matter among
themselves, and went, thoroughly crestfallen, to give an account of his
mission to Caterine Collins, who had employed him, and to reassume his
own clothes, which, indeed, were by no means fresh from the tailor.
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