"'Deed then I don't know; you can ask thim as war there besides me."
"But I choose to ask you, and I choose that you should answer me; was he drunk?"
"Don't I tell you that I don't know?"
"On your oath you don't know whether he was drunk or not?"
"He war screwed; divil a doubt of that; but thin, he could walk—I wouldn't call him dhrunk."
"Wasn't he nearer being so than you'd seen him for many months?"
"Faix, he war. I didn't see him so bad since Leitrim fair, two years back."
"And now you say, that at the wedding, the prisoner promised in a day or two to meet the same boys at Mrs. Mulready's, to settle their plans of ridding the country of Ussher?"
"Yes; about that and other things."
"And the prisoner never kept that appointment?"