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Mind ye, Jawn, I'm doin' this because ye're me frind; but, by gar, if anny wan else comes in an' asks me that question, I'll kill him, if I have to go to th' bridewell f'r it. I'm no health officer." Having delivered himself of this tirade, Mr. Dooley scrutinized Mr. McKenna sharply, and continued: "Ye've been out ilictin' some man, Jawn, an' ye needn't deny it. I seen it th' minyit ye come in.
Ye see, ye simply can't hurt 'em." "Can't hurt 'em?" "Ye can't hurt 'em. They're not human. They're wild beasts. They come from the hills and bogs of Limerick and Galway, and they can't speak the language, but call themselves Irishmin. Well, Jawn, they're Irish, mebbe, as the American Injun's an American; but they're not like you and me, dacent min from Dublin."
Well, sir, this here man's name was Owsky or something iv that sort, but I always called him Casey be way iv a joke. He had whiskers on him like thim on a cokynut, an' I heerd he swore an oath niver to get shaved till he killed a man that wore a stove-pipe hat. "Be that as it may, Jawn, he was a most ferocious man.
'What's this man charged with? says th' coort. 'He was found in possession iv tin millyon dollars, says th' polisman. An' th' judge puts on th' black cap." "Well," said Mr. Hennessy, "'tis time they got what was comin' to thim." "I'll not say ye're wrong," said Mr. Dooley. "I see th' way me frind Jawn D. feels about it.
But at last Jawn, standing in the cab of his derailed locomotive, saw something that made him call quickly to Mallory. "They've started," he said. "Where are they?" "Comin' up through the woods." Mallory glanced quickly about and said, "We're flanked. There's no good in staying here, is there?" "The baggage car'll hold together for a while, and the other train ought to be here now."
"Since th' warm weather's come an' th' wind's in th' south, so that I can tell at night that A-armoor an' me ol' frind, Jawn Brinnock, are attindin' to business, I have a grip on life like th' wan ye have on th' shank iv that shell iv malt.
"At that Tom Gallagher's young fly-be-night joined in; an' says he, 'Misther Hinnissy, he says, 'if ye'll go on, he says, 'I'll fetch ye a pair iv skates. 'Bring thim along, says Hinnissy. An' he put thim on. Well, Jawn, he sthud up an' made wan step, an' wan iv his feet wint that way an' wan this; an' he thrun his hands in th' air, an' come down on his back. I give him th' merry laugh.
The night was very dark, and Jawn leaned out of the cab window, his left hand gripping the throttle lever. The fireman was badly in need of sleep, and showed a tendency to grumble in a half-incoherent way, but Jawn was as silent as at the start. To Harvey, who even in the excitement was afraid to sit down for fear of falling asleep, the engineer was a marvel in his machine-like self-control.
Scratch 'em, and they won't bleed. Shoot 'em, and they'll pick out the bullets and paste ye wid 'em. Reason wid 'em, and they'll insult ye. Refine 'em, Jawn! Ye're crazy. Luk at thot felly down there under the hatch. He's here on his weddin' trip, but he lift his wife behind in the old country." "That makes no difference," answered John, ruminatively; "I can refine 'em.
They'll be some chance f'r a man with Swift over there; but, if this here Winter wint in, ye cudden't stand acrost La Salle Sthreet an' hand him a peach on th' end iv a window pole, he says. "Will he lose his job? Not much, Jawn. That la-ad 'll be swingin' bridges an' throwin' away th' crust iv his pie whin you an' me are atin' ha-ard coal. He will that. But what do I care?
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