Fergus approached with all due caution, and on examining the place discovered a man lying apparently in a state of insensibility.

“I fear,” said he, on returning to Reilly, “that his rider has been hurt; he is lying senseless about two or three yards before the horse.”

“My God!” exclaimed the other, “perhaps he has been killed; let us instantly assist him.  Hold this portfolio whilst I render him whatever assistance I can.”

As he spoke they heard a heavy groan, and on approaching found the man sitting; but still unable to rise.

“You have unfortunately been thrown, sir,” said Reilly; “I trust in God you are not seriously hurt.”

“I hope not, sir,” replied the man, “but I was stunned, and have been insensible for some time; how long I cannot say.”

“Good gracious, sir!” exclaimed Reilly, “is this Mr. Brown?”

“It is, Mr. Reilly; for heaven’s sake aid me to my limbs—­that is, if I shall be able to stand upon them.”  Reilly did so, but found that he could not stand or walk without’ assistance.  The horse, in the meantime, had extricated himself.

“Come, Mr. Brown,” said Reilly, “you! must, allow me to assist you home.  It is very fortunate that you have not many perches to go.  This poor man will lead your horse up to the stable.”

“Thank you, Mr. Reilly,” replied the gentleman, “and in requital for your kindness you must take a bed at my house tonight.  I am aware of your position,” he added in a confidential voice, “and that you cannot safely sleep in your own; with me you will be secure.”

Reilly thanked him, and said that this kind offer was most welcome and acceptable, as, in point of fact, he scarcely knew that night where to seek rest with safety.  They accordingly proceeded to the parsonage—­for Mr. Brown was no other than the Protestant rector of the parish, a man with whom Reilly was on the most friendly and intimate terms, and a man, we may add, who omitted no opportunity of extending shelter, protection, and countenance to such Roman Catholics as fell under the suspicion or operation of the law.  On this occasion he had been called very suddenly to the deathbed of a parishioner, and was then on his return home, after having administered to the dying man the last consolations of religion.

On reaching the parsonage, Fergus handed the portfolio to its owner, and withdrew to seek shelter in some of his usual haunts for the night; but Mr. Brown, aided by his wife, who sat up for him, contrived that Reilly should be conducted to a private room, without the knowledge of the servants, who were sent as soon as possible to bed.  Before Reilly withdrew, however, that night, he requested Mr. Brown to take charge of his money and family papers, which the latter did, assuring him that they should be forthcoming whenever he thought proper to call for them.  Mr. Brown had, not been seriously hurt, and was able in a day or two to pay the usual attention to the discharge of his duties.