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"Oi meets genelmen on the road," he said, "as arsks me why Oi don't gaow to wurk; a great big upstandin' chap loike you, they sez, loafin' abaht and doin' nothin' why it's disgraiceful! Well, I sez, guv'nor, I sez, 'ow can Oi go to wurk? Oi'm a skilled wurkman, I sez, in me own trade, but Oi'm froze aht by modern machinery.
"No," responded the captain, "Oi know this coast well enough, but Oi think ye had bother hoist that craft av yure's on boord an' come wid us into Port Royal. There is signs av a cyclone if Oi'm not mishtaken;" an invitation which the pilot gladly accepted.
He took off his shako and ran his hand through his mop of red hair. "'Tis aither th' luck of th' Irish, me lad, or of th' Scotch. Oi don't ken which Oi'm haff each but mostly 'tis th' virtoo av me bonny red hair." "Why?" "Because, leastways, in th' Thomahlia, there's always a dhrop av royalty in th' red-headed. Me bonnie top-knot has made me a fortune.
Where's t'other?" growled Beardie. "Oi'm here," said Blob, and thrust up, pink and impassive, in his cheek an obvious slice of apple. "That's right," said Fat George in sleek, caressing voice. "Give the genelman your and, my dear. He'll elp you out. There you are! There's no call for you to be scared. You're among old friends." The Gang had gathered round the hole.
Again he extended his hand and Bill seized it in a strong grip. Somehow, he did not resent being called green, and ignorant he was learning the North. "Fallon's me name," the other continued, "an' be an accident av birth, Oi'm called Oirish, f'r short." "Mine is Bill, which is shorter," replied Carmody, smiling.
The next instant a redheaded man, with a very distinct map of Ireland in his face, leaped out, shouting: "Si and Sharty, ye thieves of the worruld, whin did ye get back, and how are yez? Howly saints, but Oi'm glad to see yez." "Jim Monaghan, you old Erin-go-bragh," said Shorty, putting his arm around the man's neck, "may I never see the back o' my neck, but I'm glad to see you.
"Supposing," he asked, "I was able to get your fine remitted, and that clause struck out of the lease. Would you open on Sunday?" "Divil a bit." "When must you pay the fine?" "Oi'm out on bail till to-morrow, sir." "Then leave these papers with me, and come in about this time." Peter studied his wall for a bit after his new client was gone.
"I had not been sitting by the stove long until I noticed, in a show case, a trombone. I asked Larry to please let me see it. 'Oi'll lit ye say the insthrumint, said he, 'but pwhat's the good of it? Ye can't play the thromboon, can ye? Oi'm the only mon in this berg that can bloo that hairn. Oi'm a mimber of the bhrass band.
"Begorrah, Oi hev sane hoondreds!" "Lor'!" exclaimed the simpleton, evidently impressed by this bold assertion of my chum, "tell us, mate, wot they's like." This was enough for Mick. "Ye won't be froightened, sure," he began, in a very solemn tone, the more to impress the anxious listener, "if Oi'm afther tillin' ye the whole thruth, now?" "Frightened!
"Hullo, old chap," said I, "what's up?" "Faith, Tom, Oi'm onaisy in me moind, sure, about Jocko," he replied. "Oi don't want yer sisther to be afther sayin' him at foorst. Sure, Oi want to take her be surprise, alannah." "Well," said I, "that needn't trouble you, Mick. Let's put the little beggar over the garden wall." "But, s'posin' onywun's theer?"
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