Hezekiah. Here’s tew Pardunk and the gal that’s waitin’ for me, and a chain litenin’ diet to the darn sneakin’ skunk of a rebel that would spit on the bird that’s goin’ to roost with impewnity all over North and South Ameriky. (Drinks; Barney looks about cautiously. Set guns against tree, R. U. E.)
Barney. I would like it if there was no corporals.
Hezekiah. How much guard-house do ye s’pose you’ve had Barney, since we left Pardunk?
Barney. I should guess fifteen months. And thim blackguards are the spalpeens that bother me like that.
Hezekiah. What did ye come out here for, Barney?
Barney. For a pinsion!
Hezekiah. Gittin’ rich, wasn’t ye?
Barney. To be sure I was. Wasn’t I ingaged to Biddy Maloney? Didn’t she have a peanut store on the sidewalk and a suit of rooms in Tim Sullivan’s cellar? Didn’t she fail four times in one summer and pay ten cints? Ah’r, the smart girl she is! With a gal like that, what is the need er workin’?
Hezekiah. Say, Barney, how would you like to be a Jigadier Brindle?
Barney. What, one er them fellers with brass things on ’em?