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We were in debt to Felix for a load of turf and we suspected he had called for the money. Anna lit the candle she was saving for supper-time. The bogman threw his cap and overcoat over in the corner on the lasts and sat down. "I'm frozen t' death!" he said as he proceeded to take off his brogues.
Jamie exclaimed, "it's snowin'." Some one was kicking the snow off against the door-post. The latch was lifted and in walked Felix Boyle the bogman. "What th' blazes are ye in th' dark fur?" Felix asked in a deep, hoarse voice. His old rabbit-skin cap was pulled down over his ears, his head and shoulders were covered with snow. As he shook it off we shivered.
"We don't need so many stools aanyway," Jamie said. "I'll get a hatchet an' we'll haave a fire in no time." "T' be freezin' t' death wi a bogman goin' t' waste is unchristian, t' say th' laste," Billy ventured. "Every time we get to th' end of th' tether God appears!" Anna said reassuringly, as she pinned her shawl closer around her neck.
"I'm seein' things two at a time, b' Jazus!" he answered. "We've got plenty of nothin' but wather, maybe ye'd like a good dhrink, Billy?" Before he could reply the bogman raised himself to a half-sitting posture, and yelled with all the power of his lungs: "Whoa! back, ye dhirty baste, back!" The wild yell chilled the blood in our veins.
The fire was rebuilt and we basked in its warm white glow. The bogman snored on. Billy inquired about the amount of his change. Then he became solicitous about his comfort on the floor. Each suggestion was a furtive flank movement on Boyle's loose change. Anna saw the bent of his mind and tried to divert his attention.
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