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'Sure you might have kept him off with your blunderBUSH! says one fellow. 'Oh, the coward! to let the Captain BATE you; and he only one eye! cries another. 'The next time my Lady travels, she'd better lave you at home! said a third.
"And, now" says he, "mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step nearer ye're as good as deid." "And a very civil speech," says Alan, "to be sure." "Na," says my uncle, "but this is no a very chanty kind of a proceeding, and I'm bound to be prepared. And now that we understand each other, ye'll can name your business."
"Not on no account, sir, vich ain't to be 'spected of it, seeing as it ain't got no trigger." "But heaven preserve us! why carry such a useless thing?" "Force of 'abit, sir; ye see, I've carried that theer old blunderbush for a matter of five-an'-twenty year, an' my feyther 'e carried it afore me." "But suppose we are attacked?"
"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!
And where would I be with my blunderbush?" he snarled. "Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against the bright steel in the hands of Alan," said the other. "Before your jottering finger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your breast-bane." "Eh, man, whae's denying it?" said my uncle. "Pit it as ye please, hae't your ain way; I'll do naething to cross ye.
"And now," says he, "mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step nearer ye're as good as deid." "And a very civil speech," says Alan, "to be sure." "Na," says my uncle, "but this is no' a very chancy kind of a proceeding, and I'm bound to be prepared. And now that we understand each other, ye'll can name your business."
"This is nae kind of time of night for decent folk; and I hae nae trokings* wi' night-hawks. What brings ye here? I have a blunderbush." * Dealings. "Is that yoursel', Mr. Balfour?" returned Alan, stepping back and looking up into the darkness. "Have a care of that blunderbuss; they're nasty things to burst." "What brings ye here? and whae are ye?" says my uncle, angrily.
The moment Ellinor saw me, she clasped her hands in an ecstasy of joy, but could not speak. Christy was voluble in his congratulations; but, in the midst of his rejoicing, he could not help reproaching me with forgetting to give him the blunderbush, and to let him have a bit of the fighting. "Upon my honour," said I, "there was none, or you should have been there."
Begone, or by the livin' Farmer, I'll scatter the contents of this blunderbush among you. He that wishes to have M'Carthy done for was wid us himself, and tould us in Irish to fire at the windy, which we did, and on the instant slop came a shower of bullets among us.
"This is nae kind of time of night for decent folk; and I hae nae trokings wi' night-hawks. What brings ye here? I have a blunderbush." "Is that yoursel', Mr. Balfour?" returned Alan, stepping back and looking up into the darkness. "Have a care of that blunderbuss; they're nasty things to burst." "What brings ye here? and whae are ye?" says my uncle angrily.
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