“That he would, sir, and no mistake,” says I.
“The other fellow won’t last long,” said O’Shannasey. “He’s gettin’ quite wake on his legs.”
“He niver was sthrong on thim,” says the cripple; “but he says it comes from lyin’ doubled up in the carywan.”
“That’s all blather,” says O’Shannasey; “it’s goin’ he is. I wish we had this chap in his place, so as not to be left widout a joiant at all.”
“I wondher could we coax him to jine us?” says Wan Leg.
“I much doubt it,” returned the showman.
“See,” says I “how Biddy is puttin’ the comether on him. Suppose we give her a hint. She’s the divil for deludhering, anyhow.”
“You see what ye can do wid her.”
Upon the first opportunity I took Biddy aside, and made her sinsible, and explained my maning to her, and then the cards was put away, and a dhrop of the “crathur” brought out, and they all fell to dhrinkin’.
“I don’t know if any ov you here have remarked that big men never stand the dhrink.”