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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription of the Chief Redfoot, followed by the
two who had originally been' seen with
him. With much caution, the Sergeant
beheld the two followers post themselves
beneath the two large sycamores that
stood directly in front of the Hotel door,
while Redfoot himself advancing, knock-
ed for admission. He knocked several
times without success, for the inmates of
the house had long since been asleep, and
were remarkable for that well fortified
sense of hearing, which after being once
closed for the night is impregnable to any
invasion, simply arising from sound. The
Sergeant, it is true, heard and saw them,
but for several reasons lent no ear what-
ever, for as he muttered to himself at the
time, 'I am only a lodger and not bound
to hear,' besides be knew it was next to
impossible to awaken the rest of the
house in a hurry, and wished, in the
mean time, to dive as far as possible into
the designs of the savages. At last after
satisfying himself that they should not be
admitted, he condescended to make them
acquainted with the fact of his being pre-
sent, and accordingly hailed them with :
'Well, my darlings, and what will ye
he after seeking, this blessed might of the
Lord ; breaking up the rest and reposed
comfort of the good peoples, with your
obstropolous tantarraras. Body o' me,
my darlings, do ye belave that nobody
has a right to make any noise but your
own ugly selves ; Now, fait, but ye're
darned mistaken, ye night pirates ; be
sharp now and after telling a gintleman,
what ye may be after wanting.'
Thus, in his most familiar, yet arbitrary
manner, spoke the Irish lodger of Mrs
Betty O'Connell. To which address,
stepping back into the moonlight, the
Chief Bedfoot, (for it was he,) made the
following reply.
Brother, I have done you a wrong,
which I would undo, for the kindness that