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"Well, sir, the first evening I ever went into Larry's store, I hadn't been in a minute until he said to me: 'Oi'm all full up; Oi've got plinty of it, I doon't give a dom pwhat ye're silling. "I paid no attention to him, as I had heard of him; instead of going out I bought a cigar and sat down by the stove.
"Well," replied Tam cautiously, "A' do an' A' doon't it's for ma frien', Fitzroy McGinty, the celebrated MacMuller mairderer." Galbraith looked at him with laughter in his eyes. "Fitzroy McGinty? And who the devil is Fitzroy McGinty?" Tam cleared his throat "Ma frien' Fitzroy McGinty is, like Tam, an oornament o' the Royal Fleein' Coor.
'Yis, mum,'said the old man, placidly, 'ya might 'a' thowt it. I's reet sorry, but ya caan't help these things sumtimes an' it's naw gud hollerin' ower 'em like a mad bull. Aa tuke yur bit paper to Randall's and aa laft it wi' 'em to mek up, an' than, aa weel, aa went to a frind, an' ee may hev giv' me a glass of yale, aa doon't say ee dud but ee may, I ween't sweer.
Therefore, beholding me still an innocent-looking child, with fair curls on my forehead, and no store of bad language, John Fry thought this was the very first fight that ever had befallen me; and so when they let him at the gate, "with a message to the headmaster," as one of the monitors told Cop, and Peggy and Smiler were tied to the railings, till I should be through my business, John comes up to me with the tears in his eyes, and says, "Doon't thee goo for to do it, Jan; doon't thee do it, for gude now."
And all the clay between the logs low down was shot away. This fusillade lasted for more than an hour, then gradually the fire diminished on one side and then on the other until it became desultory and finally ceased. "Ahuh! Shore they've shot their bolt," declared Gaston Isbel. "Wal, I doon't know aboot that," returned Blaisdell, "but they've shot a hell of a lot of shells."
"Shall I tell him, Cranstoun?" asked Villiers in the same bantering tone. "Hoot mon, doon't bother me," petulantly returned the other, as thrusting his long legs under the table, and turning his back upon the questioner he joined, or affected to join, in a conversation that was passing, in a low tone, at his end of the room.
This air had made a bond between us. When I finished, the old man said to me: 'Thank ye, thank ye, sor, with all my hairt! That's enoof. Let me put the hairn away. Go hoom now. But coom aroond in the mairnin' and Oi'll boy a bill of ye; Oi doon't give a dom pwhat ye're silling.
Three times it came and went again, as the shaking of a thread might pass away into the distance; and then I touched John Fry to know that there was something near me. 'Doon't 'e be a vule, Jan! Vaine moozick as iver I 'eer. God bless the man as made un doo it. 'Have they hanged one of the Doones then, John? 'Hush, lad; niver talk laike o' thiccy. Hang a Doone!
Three times it came and went again, as the shaking of a thread might pass away into the distance; and then I touched John Fry to know that there was something near me. "Doon't 'e be a vule, Jan! Vaine moozick as iver I 'eer. God bless the man as made un doo it." "Have they hanged one of the Doones then, John?" "Hush, lad; niver talk laike o' thiccy. Hang a Doone!
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