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Stephen looked down and studied the tiled floor of the bar into which they had drifted. Now don't be putting ideas into his head, said Mr Dedalus. Leave him to his Maker. Yerra, sure I wouldn't put any ideas into his head. I'm old enough to be his grandfather. And I am a grandfather, said the little old man to Stephen. Do you know that? Are you? asked Stephen. Bedad I am, said the little old man.
The years had brought a good deal of sober sense to Bosun and Monarch, but motors were still unfamiliar objects on Billabong. Indeed, no car of the size of Norah's Rolls-Royce had ever been seen in the district, and the men gaped at it open-mouthed as Jim drove it round to the stable after unloading his passengers. "Yerra, but that's the fine carry-van," said Murty.
They're safer among the pots and pans, Murty. But when the master looks at me I don't feel comferable." "Yerra, let him look," said Murty stoutly. "'Tis the great head ye have on ye; I'd never have thought of it. Don't go worryin', now. Are ye not sendin' them in the heighth of good livin' every day?" "That's the least I can do," said Brownie, brightening a little.
Down you'll go, Andy." "By my soul, then," replied the unflinching servant, "if we go down you'll go up; and we have those belongin' to us that will see you kiss the hangman yet. Yerra, now, above all words in the alphabet what could put a gallows into your mouth?
"Yerra, that one'd make a steeplechaser if he got the trainin'," declared Murty, all his troubles forgotten. "Come a little higher up, won't ye, Miss Norah; we can see every jump from the top of the rise, barrin' the wan that's in the timber."
Up, up, till his nose was at Shannon's quarter at his girth at his shoulder, and the winning-post was very near. Then suddenly Billy lifted his whip and brought it down once, and Shannon shot forward with a last wild bound. Murty's hat went up in the air and Wally's with it. "He's done it!" Murty babbled. "Yerra, what about Billabong now?"
Eager helpers ran forward to pick him up, but he was on his feet before they could reach him, and came limping up the hill, a little bruised and infinitely disgusted. "He's all right," Murty said. "Yerra, Mr. Jim, did ye see the ould horse jump! He wint ahead at his fences like a deer!"
Finally his attitude attracted the notice of the perspiring Mr. O'Toole. "Yerra, come down out o' that an' len' a hand!" he shouted, panting.
Yerra, sure the little hop-o'-my-thumb has forgotten all about it." "There's some deal on in that quarter," said Mr. O'Connor thoughtfully. "I saw the three of them hard at it yesterday at Suffolk Street corner." "I think I know the little game they're at," said Mr. Henchy. "You must owe the City Fathers money nowadays if you want to be made Lord Mayor. Then they'll make you Lord Mayor. By God!
"Only a postponement, I'm afraid, Murty," said that gentleman, who beamed himself, quite unconsciously. "Yerra, it's no good lookin' ahead time enough to jump over the bridge when y' come to it," said Murty, cheerfully. "Annyhow, she'll not be lavin' on us yit. Well, if y' are ready, sir?" He nodded to Boone and took up his position at the head of Mr. Linton's couch.
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