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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Well an' good do you know fwhat ut is, ye skulkin' ditch-lurkin' dogs! Get a doolie, an' take this whimperin' scutt away. There will be more heard av ut than any av you will care for." 'Vulmea sat up rockin' his head in his hand an' moanin' for Father Constant. "Be done!" sez O'Hara, dhraggin' him up by the hair. "You're none so dead that you cannot go fifteen years for thryin' to shoot me."
'Tis little betther I am now. "I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head," thinks I, an' I wud ha' risen, but I heard some wan say: "Mulvaney can take the blame av ut for the backslidin' hound he is." "Oho!" sez I, an' my head rang like a guard-room gong: "fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige Tim Vulmea?" For 'twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
'Twas all in the way av fair fight, though, for niver did I raise my hand excipt whin they had provoked me to ut. "'Tis all well," sez wan av thim, "but who's to do this shootin'?" "Fwhat matther?" sez Vulmea. "'Tis Mulvaney will do that at the Coort-Martial." "He will so," sez the man, "but whose hand is put to the trigger in the room?"
'An' this is 'im 'oo would be a bloomin' Vulmea all for the sake of Mullins an' a bloomin' button! Mullins never went after a woman in his life. Mrs. Mullins, she saw 'im one day 'Ortheris, I said, hastily, for the romances of Private Ortheris are all too daring for publication, 'look at the sun. It's a quarter past six! 'O Lord! Three quarters of an hour for five an' a 'arf miles!
"Why, 'tis my rifle!" sez I, comin' up to look; "Vulmea, ye divil, fwhat were you doin' wid her answer me that?" "Lave me alone," sez Vulmea; "I'm dyin'!" "I'll wait till you're betther," sez I, "an' thin we two will talk ut out umbrageous." 'O'Hara pitched Tim into the doolie, none too tinder, but all the bhoys kep' by their cots, which was not the sign av innocint men.
As I said, Mulvaney will take the blame av ut comes to a pinch." "'Tis harrd to swear a man's life away," sez a young wan. "Thank ye for that," thinks I. "Now, fwhat the divil are you paragins conthrivin' against me?" "'Tis as easy as dhrinkin' your quart," sez Vulmea. "At seven or thereon, O'Hara will come acrost to the Married Quarters, goin' to call on Slimmy's wife, the swine!
"Deal on!" sez Vulmea, wid a big rattlin' oath, "an' the Black Curse av Shielygh come to the man that will not do his duty as the kyards say. Amin!" "Black Jack is the masther," sez Kiss, dealin'. Black Jack, Sorr, I shud expaytiate to you, is the Ace av Shpades which from time immimorial has been intimately connect wid battle, murdher an' suddin death.
"Make him an early convalescint," sez he to the Doctor, an' Vulmea was made so for a warnin'. His big bloody bandages an' face puckered up to wan side did more to kape the bhoys from messin' wid the insides av their rifles than any punishmint. 'O'Hara gave no reason for fwhat he'd said, an' all my roomful were too glad to inquire, tho' he put his spite upon thim more wearin' than before.
"Come an' sit on my chest the whole room av you, an' I will take you to my bosom for the biggest divils that iver cheated halter." I wud have no mercy on Vulmea. His oi or his life little I cared! 'At dusk they came back, the twelve av thim, an' they had all been dhrinkin'. I was shammin' sleep on the cot. Wan man wint outside in the veranda.
'Come an' sit on my chest the whole room av you, an' I will take you to my bosom for the biggest divils that iver cheated halter. I would have no mercy on Vulmea. His oi or his life little I cared! "At dusk they came back, the twelve av thim, an' they had all been dhrinkin'. I was shammin' sleep on the cot. Wan man wint outside in the veranda.
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