"
"And who do you suspect, Barney?"
"I say I only suspect; but, so long as it is only suspicion, I will
mention no names. It wouldn't be right; and for that reason I will wait
until I have betther information. But, after all," he proceeded, "maybe
nothing wrong has happened."
The mother shook her head: "I know to the contrairy," she replied,
"and intended on that very night to bring her to an account about her
appearance, but I never had the opportunity."
The father here wrung his hands, and his groans were dreadful.
"Could you see Shawn-na-Middogue?" asked Barney.
"No," replied Davoren; "he, too, has disappeared; and although he is
hunted like a bag-fox, nobody can find either hilt or hair of him."
"Might it not be possible that she is with him?" he asked again.
"No, Barney," replied her mother, "we know Shawn too well for that. He
knows how we loved her, and what we would suffer by her absence. Shawn,
though driven to be an outlaw, has a kind heart, and would never allow
us to suffer what we are sufferin' on her account. O, no! we know Shawn
too well for that.
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