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Updated: May 14, 2025
It's out here oi'll sthand, glory be to God, all night, without movin' a fut till the sarjint comes to take me, av ye won't levil them oiyes at me like that. Ah, whirra! look at that now! but it's a gooddess she is the livin' Jaynus of warr, standin' there like a statoo, wid her alybaster fut put forward."
At this point Rooney's heart almost failed him, but, catching sight of Maxwell's half-amused, half-contemptuous face, he stepped resolutely on the ladder, and began to descend in haste. "Hold on!" roared Baldwin, laying hold of the life-line. "Why, man alive, you're off without the front-glass!" "Och! Whirra! So I am," said Rooney, pausing.
"Och! whirra, but me brains is confuged intirely wid it all," said O'Riley, rising on his hind-legs and walking off with his tail, literally as well as figuratively, between his legs. "Now, Buzzby, now; it's your time when you hear the word `misery' come on and fight like a Trojan with the bears. The doctor will remind you."
And The McMurrough sure it's certain death, and who's blaming him, but he's no stomach for it. And whirra, whirra, on that the man says he'll be telling it in Tralee that he'd not meet him, and as far as Galway City he'll cut his comb for him! Ay, bedad, he says that, and that none of his name shall show their face there, night or day, fair or foul, race or cockfight the bloody-minded villain!"
A patch of blood, bright-coloured, was growing slowly on his vest: and there was blood on his lips. "Oh, whirra, whirra, what'll I do?" the Irishman exclaimed, helplessly wringing his hands. "What'll I do for him? He's murdered entirely!" Payton, aided by one of the troopers, was putting on his coat and vest. He paused to bid the other help the gentleman.
The instant he heard them, Phil Briant shouted "Ay, ay, sir!" and, throwing his legs over the side of what he supposed to be his hammock, he came down bodily on what he supposed to be the deck with a whack that caused him to utter an involuntary but tremendous howl. "Oh! och! oh! murther! oh whirra!" he cried, as he lay half-stunned.
"Och! whirra, but me brains is confuged intirely wid it all," said O'Riley, rising on his hind legs, and walking off with his tail, literally as well as figuratively, between his legs. "Now, Buzzby, now; it's your time. When you hear the word 'misery, come on and fight like a Trojan with the bears. The doctor will remind you."
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