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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I turned on my belly an' crawled through the grass, a bit at a time, to where the spache came from. There was the twelve av my room sittin' down in a little patch, the dhry grass wavin' above their heads an' the sin av black murdher in their hearts. I put the stuff aside to get a clear view. "'Fwhat's that? sez wan man, jumpin' up. "'A dog, says Vulmea. 'You're a nice hand to this job!
Tis the only sellin' piece av property widin reach that we can get so cheap. An' fwhat's a fight afther all? He has robbed the naygur-man, dishonust. We rob him honust for the sake av the whisky he gave me." "But wot'll we do with the bloomin' article when we've got it? Them palanquins are as big as 'ouses, an' uncommon 'ard to sell, as McCleary said when ye stole the sentry-box from the Curragh."
The whiskey was lent and returned, but Dinah Shadd, who had been just as eager as her husband in asking after old friends, rent me with 'I take shame for you, Sorr, coming down here though the Saints know you're as welkim as the daylight whin you DO come an' upsettin' Terence's head wid your nonsense about about fwhat's much better forgotten. He bein' a civilian now, an' you niver was aught else.
Slavin finally ceased his efforts and glowered at the man in silent impotence. "How come yez tu get th' face av yez bashed up so?" he demanded. "Fell thru' one o' th' feed-holes up in th' loft," was the sulky response. "Fwhat name du ye thravel undher?" "Dick Drinkwater." "Eh?" the sergeant glanced critically at the red, bulbous nose. "Fwhat's in a name?" he murmured. "Eyah! fwhat's in a name?"
An exultant oath burst from Slavin. "By G !" he said, with grim conviction, "it's him all right! that pore hobo shtiff Dick Drinkwater. Eyah! fwhat's in a name? Fwhat's in a name?" He pointed to the grinning jaws. "Luk at th' gold teeth av um, tu!" he added. The coroner was examining the almost fleshless skull. He gave a cry of anger and dismay. "Good God!" he gasped.
'H-mm! mighty quare! sez me father, 'I wonder fwhat's happened tu th' pore ould ginthleman? 'Let us go luk for um? sez Tim, wid blood in his oi, ''tis may be he's on'y shtoppin' tu take another dhrink out av th' jug. "So, up th' road they goes a piece, till they comes tu a bog at th' side av ut.
I cud see O'Hara in the light av the veranda lamp, an' thin I heard the crack av my rifle. She cried loud, poor darlint, bein' mishandled. Next minut' five men were houldin' me down. "Go easy," I sez; "fwhat's ut all about?" 'Thin Vulmea, on the flure, raised a howl you cud hear from wan ind av cantonmints to the other. "I'm dead, I'm butchered, I'm blind!" sez he.
'Mick Leamy, sor, sez I, 'from Misther W. wid the sparks. 'Oh, sez he, 'thin come in. I wint in. 'They're in here, are they? sez he, takin' the bag. 'They are, sor, sez I, 'an' Misther W. sez I'm to have me reg'lars. 'You shall, sez he. 'What shall we say, now afinnip? 'Fwhat's that, sor? sez I. 'Oh, sez he, 'I s'pose ye're a new hand; five quid ondershtand that?"
"Fwhat is ut? Fwhat's there?" he demanded. "The water," drawled the dark-faced man. "I don't reckon you drunk it all the other time." Again the big man lifted the canteen and drank long and deep. When he had wiped his mouth with the back of his hairy hand and had returned the canteen to its place, he faced his companion his blue eyes twinkling with positive approval.
There wuz no bones bruk, glory be! and the docthor-man he was tellin' me so, after feelin' me over, whin I felt his hand in me waistcoat pockut. "'An' fwhat's this, sor? sez I. 'Do you be lookin' for your fee that thief's way? "He laffed, and said: 'I want no fee from ye, me man, an' I did but feel your ribs, though on me conscience he had done that undher me waistcoat already.
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