"Whin did ye ate aanything?" asked the sweep.
"Yestherday."
"Aye, well, it's th' mate ye haaven't in yer bowels that's makin' ye feel quare."
"What's th' matther wi th' invintor?" Anna asked.
Billy had removed his pipe and was staring vacantly into space.
"I'm seein' things two at a time, b' Jazus!" he answered.
"We've got plenty of nothin' but wather, maybe ye'd like a good dhrink, Billy?"
Before he could reply the bogman raised himself to a half-sitting posture, and yelled with all the power of his lungs:
"Whoa! back, ye dhirty baste, back!" The wild yell chilled the blood in our veins.
He sat up, looked at the black figure of the sweep for a moment, then made a spring at Billy, and before any one could interfere poor Billy had been felled to the floor with a terrible smash on the jaw. Then he jumped on him. We youngsters raised a howl that awoke the sleepers in Pogue's entry. Jamie and Billy soon overpowered Boyle. When the neighbors arrived they found O'Hare sitting on Boyle's neck and Jamie on his legs.