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"Now I'll jes' warm up my hands like," said he, after a few minutes, "and den I'll go to work;" and forthwith he held them toward the blaze, rubbing and turning them into each other with great zest and enjoyment. "Dar, I guess dat'll do. Now I'll make a s'arch Gorra! whar did you come from?"
In complying with this rather gruff demand, one of my pocket pistols, which I carried in my breast pocket, fell out upon his knee, upon which he immediately started, and asked hurriedly "and are you armed too?" "Why, yes," said I, laughingly; "men of my trade seldom go without something of this kind." "Be gorra, I was just thinking that same," said the traveller, with a half sigh to himself.
"Faix, an' it's you that's taken them out o' me, then. A purty woman always makes a fool o' me. Divil a word o' lie in it. Faix, Mrs. Doran, ma'am, you have a chin o' your own! Well, well! Oh, be Gorra, I wish I hadn't come out this mornin' any how!" "Arrah, why, Phelim? In throth, it's you that's the quare Phelim!" "Why, ma'am Oh bedad it's a folly to talk. I can't go widout tastin' them.
This gintleman is a doctor; three of my family are lying ill of faver, and that you may catch it I pray gorra this day! but if you won't catch that, you'll catch this," and he whirled the cudgel about his head, and most unquestionably it would have descended on Reilly s cranium were it not for the bishop, who interposed and prevented the meditated violence.
"Your brother's daughter," he replied. "Be gorra," observed Phelim, "that's too provokin', an' what I wouldn't bear. Will ye keep the pace, I say, till I spake a word to Mrs Doran? Mrs. Doran, can I have a word or two wid you outside the house?" "To be sure you can," she replied; "I'd give you fair play, if the diouol was in you." Phelim, accordingly, brought her out, and thus accosted her,
"Dhraw your stool into the fire, Misther Maguire," says the Pope, "for faix," says he, "I'm bent on anilizing the metaphwysics ov this phinomenon. Come, man alive, clear off," says he, "you're not dhrinking at all." "Is it dhrink?" says his Riv'rence; "by Gorra, your Holiness," says he, "I'd dhrink wid you till the cows 'ud be coming home in the morning."
A number of savages darted forward, but a shot from him stopped the course of the foremost. Taking advantage of the confusion which this had occasioned, Rosalind sprung away and succeeded in reaching the cover; but here, upon the very threshold of escape, she was reached and captured. "Gorra mighty!" shouted Zeb, as he saw her seized and borne away.
Whether his intensely black countenance had the power of diffusing deeper darkness into the surrounding gloom, or whether it was the unexpected manner of his flight that deluded his pursuers, we are unable to say. Certain it is that although the two savages passed very closely to him, neither saw nor suspected his presence. "Gorra, but dat's soothin'," chuckled Zeb.
He seemed to use his utmost endeavors to step into the tracks of those before him, but instead of succeeding, was sure to place his foot a good distance from it; and losing his foothold when about in the center of the stream, came down with an awkward splash into the water. "Gorra!" he exclaimed, regaining his position, "dat fish pulled awful."
The murmur of this, by Leslie's side, prevented his understanding the words of those above. The hum of their voices could be heard but not their words. Presently, however, he distinguished a well-known voice evidently in expostulation with some one. "Gorra mighty! does yer s'pects I can jump dat? It's bad 'nough to make me git drownded in dat river without broken my neck down dar!"
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