" You lie— it wasn't."

" If you call me a liar agin, I'll give you a dig in the
mug."

" It's not in your jacket."

" Isn't it ? "

" Behave ypurself — ha ! there's the masther looking
at you — ye'U get it now."

" None at all, Tim ? And she's not after sinding an
excuse wid you ? What's that undher your arm ? "

" My Gough, sir." (Buz, buz, buz.)

" Silence, boys. And you blackguard Liliputian, you,
what kept you away till this ? "

" One bird pickin', two men thrashin ; one bird
pickin', two men thrashin' ; one bird pickin' "

" Sir, they're stickin' pins in me here."

" Who is, Briney ? "

" I don't know, sir ; they're all at it."

" Boys, I'll go down to yees."

" I can't carry him, sir ; he'd be too heavy for me.
Let Larry Toole do it ; he's stronger nor me— anyway,



330 carleton's trajts and stories.
