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Then it wasn't a ghost. La-la-dum! What a joke. Will you go along, too?" "Of course." "And take a pistol?" "Yes." "Poor mon, Oi thrust he is not very much hurted," broke in Rosy Delaney, who had been a close listener to the foregoing. "If he is, Dick Arbuckle, bring him here, an' it's Rosy Delaney will nurse him wid th' best of care."
'You hain't hashamed o' me yore heyes saigh so, he said looking at her. 'No, Billy, she said, and I wondered at her steady voice, 'not a bit. Why, Billy, I am proud of you. He gazed up at her with wonder and ineffable love in his little eyes, then lifted his hand slightly toward her. She knelt quickly and took it in both of hers, stroking it and kissing it. 'Oi haught t'a done better.
Ikey on the raft was bewailing the loss of some of his duffle. "Oi, oi! And a nice new black silk neckerchief, too! Oi, oi! All for the fishes yet." Mr. MacMasters laughed, and did not order the boys to cease talking as a sterner officer might have done. "We may as well take it cheerfully," he said. "I'm thankful there's nobody lost.
"Begorrah, Oi hev sane hoondreds!" "Lor'!" exclaimed the simpleton, evidently impressed by this bold assertion of my chum, "tell us, mate, wot they's like." This was enough for Mick. "Ye won't be froightened, sure," he began, in a very solemn tone, the more to impress the anxious listener, "if Oi'm afther tillin' ye the whole thruth, now?" "Frightened!
"Sure it was only an hour ago while I was at me woorrck in the kitchen, and Jim rushes in and sez: 'For the love of God, if iver ye want to see a blessed cint of the money ye put in the masther's bank, off wid ye now and draw it out for there's a run on the bank!" "It was an infamous lie," said Cissy fiercely. "Sure, miss, how was oi to know?
"I'd rather be up here than down there," Al said. "Oi, oi!" croaked Ikey, "you said something." "I wonder if they guard that dam as they say they do the munition factories," Frenchy put in. Al turned the machine into the road that descended into the valley by a sharp incline. In sight of the bridge which crossed the river Whistler suddenly put his hand upon his chum's arm.
"And after that?" "A whole lot more followed, which Oi didn't catch, fer Oi am no avesdropper. But Oi did hear Mrs. Langmore, in a perfect rage, cry out that she'd kill Miss Margaret if the girrul didn't moind her." "And then?" "Miss Margaret said she would do as she pl'ased that she was her own mistress an' Oi was glad to hear her say it. Mrs.
In the next place, the cooking done by the company bean-boiler deserved all the abuse it received, for as a rule the boys who sought places in the hash foundry did so because they were too lazy to drill or do guard duty, and their knowledge of cooking was about like that of the Irishman's of music: "Can you play the fiddle, Pat?" he was asked. "Oi don't know, sor-r-r Oi niver tried."
"If Linder is his name," Whistler said, when the boys were afterward talking it over among themselves, "I hope I'll see him again some time. He was never blown up with the dam, that is sure." "You don't think he was 'hoist with his own petard, then?" suggested Torry. "Hear the high-brow!" sniffed Frenchy. "Oi, oi!" cried Ikey. "He means was he blown up, too? I bet not!"
There's nothing like opin-speakin'. Orth'ris, ye scutt, let me put me oi to that bottle, for my throat's as dhry as whin I thought I wud get a kiss from Annie Bragin. An' that's fourteen years gone! Eyah! Cork's own city an' the blue sky above ut an' the times that was the times that was!"
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