of the fort but between it and some old ruins they heard the galloping of horses. Patsy Ml. being accustomed to life in Limerick shouted "whist lads the hunt is coming." Here they lay beside a fence. They heard the saddles creak, the boots noise in the stirrups the horses snort and breathe the stones fall, the whirlwind and all exactly as the Limerick worker was accustomed to.
They were glad enough to be allowed return home and the poisoning was never since undertaken through that path.