"Enough for to-day, my men." He pointed to the wounded and dying:
"Live to avenge them. Wait until `The Day'!" His voice failed. He
fell back unconscious.

Into the midst of the crowd and through the ranks of the soldiers
suddenly rode a young girl, barely twenty years old. Beside her was
a terrified groom. She guided her horse straight to the magistrate.
He raised his hat and muttered a greeting, with a glance of
recognition.

"Have him taken to 'The Gap,'" she said imperatively, pointing to
the motionless body of O'Connell.

"He is under arrest," replied the magistrate.

"Do you want another death on your hands? Haven't you done enough in
killing and maiming those unfortunate people?" She looked with pity
on the moaning women: and then with contempt on the officer who gave
the order to fire.

"You ought to be proud of your work to-day!" she said.

"I only carried out my orders," replied the man humbly.

"Have that man taken to my brother's house. He will surrender him or
go bail for him until he has been attended to. First let us SAVE
him." The girl dismounted and made a litter of some fallen branches,
assisted by the groom.

"Order some of your men to carry him."