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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
"Be aisy, father/' comforted Conn. "Shure, he'd rather have the irons on his hands than you the sin upon yer sowl!"
The manner of Robert's arrest was not at all to the liking of Corry Kinchela. The young man had given himself up, had reconstituted himself a prisoner, and that entitled him to
ROBERT ESCAPES
the Queen's pardon. So Corry Kinchela began the spinning of another web, like the spider he was. He visited Robert in prison, professed to be his dearest friend, counseled an escape, and provided him with a chisel for loosening the mortar between the old stones. He also gave him a pistol, but this Robert refused until Kinchela suggested that it might be used as a signal to start the fire on Rathgarron Head, which would summon a boat from the smuggler.
"Who will light the bonfire?" asked Robert.
Just then the sound of a fiddle was heard playing under the window.
' ' Hark ! ' ' said Robert. ' ' 'Tis Conn. I can employ him."
In nervous haste, he took his notebook from his pocket and wrote as Kinchela dictated: "Be at Rathgarron Head tonight, beside the tarbarrel. When you hear two shots in St. Bridget's Abbey, lig! b the fire."
Kinchela took the note, and, on the way out of the yard, gave it to Conn, as that resourceful individual sat with his back to the wall, fiddling for Robert's benefit: " I '11 Be Faithful and True. ' ' Slowly he rose and wandered carelessly homeward. At his cabin door he unfolded the note, and regarded it from every angle.
' ' What have you there ? ' ' asked Mrs. 0 'Kelly, appearing at the door.
" It 's a letter the masther is afther writing to me," he replied, puzzling over it. To her further questions he gave most ingenious answers, for Mrs. 0 'Kelly entertained the delusion that Conn could read, as she had made sacrifices to send him to school for a term. His wits required all their nimbleness to fence with his mother's curiosity, and it was with relief that he hailed Claire as she galloped up and sprang from her horse. "Conn," she said, in great excitement, "there is some project on foot tonight to rescue my brother."
Conn expressed surprise and ignorance of such project.
' ' Don 't deny it — he has almost confessed as much to Father Dolan, and he has just told my cousin to be in the ruins of St. Bridget's Abbey tonight."
"I would not decaive ve," admitted