"Don't interfere with them, Mr. Roche. For the love of heaven,
don't. There'll be murder here to-day if ye do."

"I have my instructions, Father Cahill, and it's sorry I am to have
to act under them to-day."

"It isn't the people's fault," pleaded the priest; "indeed it
isn't."

"We don't wish to hurt them. We want that man O'Connell."

"They'll never give him up. Wait till to-night and take him
quietly."

"No, we'll take him here. He's given the police the slip in many
parts of the country. He won't to-day." The magistrate pushed
forward on his horse through the fringe on the front part of the
crowd and reined up at the foot of the mount.

"Frank Owen O'Connell, I arrest you in the Queen's name for inciting
peaceable citizens to violence," he called up to the agitator.

"Arrest me yerself, Mr. Magistrate Roche," replied O'Connell.

Turning to an officer Roche motioned him to seize O'Connell.

As the officer pressed forward he was felled by a blow from a heavy
stick.

In a second the fight was on.