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"Blast you, you thick-headed vagabone! don't you know it's wrong to call me Mark Ratigan isn't Phil Hart my name now? no, I tell you, that I can't join you in a Leadhan wurrah nor I didn't think you wor such a d d cowardly hound as you are can't you die if you're goin' to die like a man, an' not like an ould woman? Be my sowl, Darby, my boy, afther this night I'll never trust you again.
Thin here I am, an' why don't you do it. You're crowin' over a boy that you're bigger than. I'll fight you for Thady. Now half-sole my eye if you dar! Eh? Here's my eye, now! Arrah, be the holy man, I'd Don't we know the white hen's in you. Didn't Barny Murtagh cow you at the black-pool, on Thursday last, whin we wor bathin'?" "Come, Ratigan," said Thady, "peel an' turn out.
He consequently forced him to his legs, then bound up the wound with the fellow's handkerchief just as he had done his own, and in a few minutes they were able to resume their journey, slowly, it is true, and on the part of Ratigan, whose wound was the more serious, with a good deal of difficulty and pain, notwithstanding his hardihood.
"Well, and many a betther man did. I expect him and Hourigan both here tonight." "An' what name does he go by now?" she asked. "By the name of Phil Hart; and remember when there's any stranger present, you're never to call him anything else but above all things, and upon the peril of your life, never call him Mark Ratigan."
"Are you able to fight me?" "I'm able to thry it, anyhow, an' willin too." "Do you say you're able to fight me?" "I'll bring the boy home whether or not." "Thady's not your match, Jack Ratigan," said another boy. "Why don't you challenge your match?" "If you say a word, I'll half-sole your eye. Let him say whether he's able to fight me like a man or not. That's the chat." "Half-sole my eye!
Ratigan and Thady immediately set to, and in a few minutes there were scarcely a little pair of fists present that were not at work, either on behalf of the two first combatants, or with a view to determine their own private rights in being the first to exercise hospitality towards the amazed poor scholar.
"Mavrone, oh! blessed Lord forgive me well I can hardly think so didn't he volunteer along wid yourself an' myself oh, sweet Jasus! what a life I lead oh, Mark Ratigan, Mark Ratigan, what will become o' me! -I swore away the lives of two innocent men I proved three alibis for three of as black villains as ever stretched a rope or charged a blunderbush!
"When did you hear from Mark Ratigan, or see him?" "Mark Ratigan is snug and comfortable as a laborin' boy wid Magistrate Driscol that's in hem but listen to me, now if you should meet Mark anywhere down the country, you're neither to call him Mark nor Ratigan, otherwise you may be the manes of hangin' the poor boy." "Throth, an' by all accounts, he'll come to the gallows yet."
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