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Holy Mother! but ye ought to be 'shamed to be a Swade, ye miserable, slab-sided haythen." "My name ban Swanson; it ban all right, hey?" "Swanson! Swanson! Oh, ye poor benighted, ignorant foreigner!" and Mike straightened up, slapping his chest proudly. "Jist ye look at me, now! Oi'm an O'Brien, do ye moind that? An O'Brien!
Oi'm all right in deep wather, and wid plenty of say-room to come and go upon; but whin it comes to navigatin' narrow channels, and kapin' clear of the rocks, and takin' a vessel to her anchorage, bedad I'm nowhere. So I'll be obliged to ask ye to write down the instructions that Oi've got here, and then ye'll take command of the brig until she's safe at anchor." "Very well," I said.
"Says Oi to mesilf whin Oi made up me moind ye wur wid the gints pwhat done ut, said Oi, 'Pat, me bhoy, Ben is yer friend, an' ye are his friend, an' it's up to ye to go along an' foind him an' give him a tip to git under cover before it rains. Oi'm here. It's roight foine luck Oi found yez.
Sit ye down here, for oi'm a-goin' to spake plain the noight. Noo, by the Holy Vargin, oi'm in arenest. Are ye goin' to blow hot, or are ye goin' to blow could?" "Considerin' the hot night, Barney, wouldn't it be better for me to blow could?" Barney scratched his head in perplexity. "Ye know what I mane," he ejaculated. "Where will ye foind the girl that tells all she knows?"
Ut ain't rid war, but ut ain't so bad werwolves, Moncrossen, booze, Creed, a bit av a gir-rl somewheres, Shtromberg th' wor-rld is growin' bether afther all, an' Oi'm goin' to be in th' thick av ut!" Supper over, Bill donned mackinaw, cap, and mittens. "Phwere ye goin'?" asked Dunnigan. "To find Creed." "Wait a bit, 'tis early yit.
Oi'm hawful sorry oi went back on 'Im. Hit was the lemonaide. The boys didn't mean no 'arm but hit started the 'ell hinside. Geordie hurled out some bitter words. 'Don't be 'ard on 'em, Geordie; they didn't mean no 'arm, he said, and his eyes kept waiting till Geordie said hurriedly 'Na! na! lad a'll juist leave them till the Almichty. Then Mrs.
Ef it wor a chap loike that `Ugly' now, the sulky baste ez wouldn't hev a koind wurrd fur ye, loike a Christian, since ye saved his rascally loife last year, begorrah, Oi could say the sinse ov it; but, fur a chap loike yersilf, Tom, fur to do it, with ivverythin' to loose, Oi'm ashamed on ye!"
"Me back is broke," was the faint answer. "Oi'm a dead mon." "What happened? How did you fall? Tell me, for, at least, I may be able to avenge you." "It's the dead returned to loife!" gasped the dying man. "Oi saw him up there, me bhoy!" "Who did you see?" "Thot human divvil Porrfeeus dil Noort." "Impossible! Del Norte is dead."
Oi'm sorry she's on yure side as the car, sur. Droivin' up, sur, ye wud not be so liable to get hit." At this moment, by a dexterous twist of the horse's head, the iron step struck the barrel and scattered the contents, while Pat leaned across and said: "Ye'll excuse me, Mrs. Olahan, that was an accident."
There was no mistaking that falcon-face. It was the Gentleman. "Who's there?" peering suspiciously. "Boy Hoad, powder-monkey o the Dreadnought." "Is that the Dreadnought?" sharply. "Dreadnought, forty-four. Oi'm drownin, sir. Take us in." His hand was on the boat's gunwale. "What the deuce you doing here?" "Desartin, sir. They was for floggin me at sun-up." "What for?" "For for fun." "For what?"
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