Jamie opened up another line of inquiry.
"Th' say yer a terrible liar, Hughie."
"I am that," Hughie said without the slightest hesitation. "I'm th' champ'yun liar ov County Anthrim."
"How did ye get th' belt?"
"Aisy, as aisy as tellin' th' thruth."
"That's harder nor ye think."
"So's lyin', Jamie!"
"Tell us how ye won th' champ'yunship."
"Whin I finish this dhraw."
He took a live coal and stoked up the bowl of his old cutty-pipe. The smacking of his lips could have been heard at the mouth of Pogue's entry. We waited with breathless interest. When he had finished he knocked the ashes out on the toe of his brogue and talked for nearly an hour of the great event in which he covered himself with glory.