“Anyway, as long as I can get a lodging for the night.”
“You seem a quiet, dacent, sort of man, and, as the saying is, any company is better than none, so jump up—you can ride by the side of me.”
“I am sure, you are very kind,” cried Peace.
The caravan driver brought his vehicle to a halt, and Peace was but too thankful to avail himself of the offer.
When he had taken his seat the lumbering wooden house was again set in motion.
“An’ sure it’s not much room there is for the dhriver and his frinds on this mighty big machine. But there’s good reason for that—the room is wanted for the inside passengers.”
“Inside passengers!”
“By the powers of St. Patrick, yes! and not much to spare, either.”
“What have you got inside, then?”
“What! why great natheral coorosities—sarpints, kangaroos, a baboon, and a few monkeys. Oh, they are amoosing crathurs, an’ as sinsible as Christhins.”