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You know those two old horse-pistols that are hung up for relics in the armory?" "Yis." "Go for them yourself, or send somebody who can get them immediately." "Pwhat do yez want wid thim?" "I will show you, if I can make my scheme work." "Oi belave Oi know," chuckled the fun-loving Irish lad. "Mursha! Won't thot be fun, Oi dunno! Oi'll hiv thim roight away," and off he darted.

"And will you go back with me and work the rest of the winter for Moncrossen?" The old man remained silent so long that Bill thought he had not heard. He was about to repeat the question when the other laid a hand upon his knee. "Oi don't have to wor-rk f'r no man, an' Oi'll not wor-rk f'r Moncrossen.

Oi'll break ivery bone in yer black shkins. Good night, God bless ye, me son," was shouted over the dark waters as the boat shot away to the landing. That night Paul entertained Mr. C. with an account of his visit to the "Foam" and his interview with the captain. Mr. C. assured Paul that Balbo was reliable and thoroughly honest in his dealings.

"It is my duty to get at the bottom of this awful affair." "Oi'll not answer," was the stubborn return. There was a moment of intense silence throughout the courtroom. Every eye was turned on Mary Billings, who pursed up her lips more closely than ever. "You'll not answer?" thundered Coroner Busby. "Mr. Coroner," began Raymond, rising, "is it legally necessary that she answer?

"Well, you can say, maybe, an' maybe you can't But Oi can't. Take your old goon. Oi'll none avit. "May the divil fly away wid it, an' wid you, too. Oi'd rather have a good shtick. Wid a shtick in me fist Oi'll take care of ony spalpeen fwhat'll stand up in front av me. But wid a fool goon loike that Oi'd be kilt at wance."

He crept up to within about twenty yards of them and fired, killing one of the Apaches, and as the other one turned to see what was up he fired again, killing the other one; then brandishing his pistol over his head he dashed up to the fire, exclaiming: "O, ye murtherin bastes, I'm avin wid ye's now; Oi'll learn ye's how to stake a poor divil down to the ground and thin try to burn him."

"Choke off roight where ye are," commanded Barney. "Oi'm yer fri'nd, Greg Carker, but Oi'll hit ye av ye sling any of that socialist talk at us! Ye've r'iled me now. Oi must have a shmoke to soothe me narves." "Me, too," grinned Ephraim, as they both rose. "You'll 'scuse us for a little while, won't ye, girls? We'll jest step into the smokin' compartment."

No," replied Joblins defiantly, but looking nervous all the same. "I ain't so soon frightened as that, Mick!" "All roight, me joker," said Mick. "Oi ownly thort ez how Oi'd not take ye onywheres, ye know; but, faith, ez Oi say ye're so brave a chap, Oi'll now carry on an' till ye all about a raal banshee Oi saw t'other noight." Joblins moved uneasily on his seat. "What!" he cried.

Says I, 'Pay no attention to th' spalpeen at all, Misther Smith, says I; 'he's a fool to be throwin' away good liquor loike that; and have this dhrink on me, and if he does it again Oi'll pitch him out o' the port. With that I handed him me glass. "Well, sir, he took it, an' I belave there was niver another face on earth loike his, whin he hild up that glass to th' lamp.

"Begorrah, Tom," he said after a pause, during which his eyes were apparently fixed on the celebrated `Peak' for which Teneriffe is better known in the present day than on account of its canaries; for it is over four hundred years since these little songsters were first discovered by the Spaniards and imported into Europe, so that any novelty that might have been attached to them has long since disappeared, "Oi'll git some ov the purty craychurs fur yer sisther if we're 'lowed ashore afore we lave."