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That's him, sung out the old sailor, pintin' to th' old gal walkin' along wid her rags tied in a bundle tucked under her arm, fer she had made shift to change thim fer Jameson's slops. "''Pon me whurd, ye're right fer onct agin, says O'Toole. "'Well, don't go a-spoilin' th' thing this time.
Th' old man buried her dacent like, fer, as ye say, she ware a rale good gal, 'pon me whurd, fer a fact, she ware that. 'Tis hard to tell ye, but it's th' truth, th' whole truth, an' divil a bit besides. "While he talked th' old woman's head went lower, and whin he finished, she gave a hard gasp.
"''Tis a mother's love, ye haythen; 'pon me whurd, there's nothin' else like it. See how th' news affected th' poor old crayther. It puts me in mind av the time whin I had an old leddy t' look after me. 'Tis a rale jewil av a thing, an' a man only has it th' onct. "'More's th' pity, says Garnett. 'Sink ye, but ye sure are a tough one to tell th' old gal on so short notice.
Thin she slowly straightened up an' walked wid a firm step along th' deck an' th' gang-plank. "Th' soldier men made way for her on th' dock, but she looked straight beyant her nose an' held her way firm an' strong until she went out av sight, lavin' O'Toole starin' after her. "''Pon me whurd, Garnett, he called, ''tis a most wonderful thing, look!
'Go it, owld gal, give it to him. 'Tis a leddy-killer he is fer sure, 'pon me whurd, fer a fact. Claw him, bite him, even though he's as tough as nails. Yell him deaf, owld leddy. Do it fer his mether's sake, th' scand'lous owld rake he is. Get his year in yer teeth an' hold on, fer 'tis a leddy-killer ye have in yer hands at last. Whang his hide off! Whang him!
Th' noise brought Andrews on deck in time to get men to keep th' crowd off his ship, an' thin O'Toole comes up. "'What's th' row? he bawls to th' mate, but O'Toole ware laffin' so he couldn't spake a whurd. Finally he got it out. "'Faith, 'tis th' leddy-killer av th' fleet, Garnett, at his owld game, sez he. ''Pon me whurd, 'tis a hangin' matter this time, fer th' damage he's done th' sex.
"'What th' devil did ye mean? asked Andrews; 'did ye take her to be Jameson in disguise? "''Pon me whurd, says O'Toole, 'th' first wan that comes aboard was no other an' this one looked enough like him from a stern view. 'Tis a bad trade, though, this killin' av leddies. An' he leered so at Garnett he swore horrible an' went forrads.
"''Pon me whurd, Garnett, sez he, 'I do belave your own mother is comin' aboard to visit ye but no, maybe it's yer swateheart, fer ye have an uncommon quare taste, ye know. B' th' saints, ye ware always a bold one fer th' ladies. "We ware lying in th' next berth, not twenty feet away, an' from where I sat on th' rail I cud hear thim talk an' see what was a-goin' on.
Do ye get on to the game?" "I get on to it well enough," said the fellow, "but what I wants to know is, whether ye'll take me whurd o' honner that I'll catch a string o' bugs afore night, an' give me the rum now to stave off the chill." "I will," said Trunnell. The old man rose from the hatchway, and struggled hard to get into his shirt.
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