I pass over the fact," he proceeded, laughing, "of the peculiar
intimacy which, on a certain occasion, was established between Jemmy,
the gentleman's old oak drawers, and your wrenching-irons; however, that
is not the matter at present, and I am somewhat in a hurry."
"You heard," said Bat, "that Bryan M'Mahon has lost his mother?"
"I did," said the other; "poor orphan lad, I pity him."
"We know you do," said Bat, with a vindictive but approving sneer.
"I assure you," continued Hycy, "I wish the young man well."
"Durin' der lives," repeated Phats, who had evidently been pondering
over Hycy's promised gift to the Hogans;--"throth," he observed with
a grin, "dere may be something under dat too. Ay! an' she wishes Bryan
M'Mahon well," he exclaimed, raising his red eyebrows.
"Shiss," replied Hycy, mimicking him, "her does."
"But you must have de still-house nowhere but in Ahadarra for alls dat."
"For alls dats" replied the other. "Dat will do den," said Phats,
composedly. "Enough of this," said Hycy. "Now, Phats, have you examined
and pitched upon the place?"
"Well, then," replied Phats, speaking in his natural manner, "I have;
an' a betther spot isn't in Europe than there is undher the hip of
Cullamore. But do you know how Roger Cooke sarved Adam Blakely of
Glencuil?"
"Perfectly well," replied Hycy, "he ruined him.
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