"Pwhere?"
"In here—somewhere."
"Frankie, ye're muddled, an' Oi nivver saw yez so before."
"What do you mean?"
"Nivver a bit would it do for us both to go in there, fer th' craythers moight hiv us in a thrap."
"You're right, Barney. I will go. You stay here and hold the ruffians back. Here—take my revolver. You'll need it."
"G'wan wid yez! Quit yer foolin', Frankie! Oi hiv an illigant shillaly here, an' thot's all Oi nade, unliss ye have two revolvers."
"This is the only one I have."
"Thin kape it, me b'y, fer ye'll nade it before ye save the lass, Oi think."
"I think you may be right, Barney. Here goes! Hold them back. I'll not desert you."