“He would have sucsaded av Oi hadn’t sane her.”
“And you, Barney—what did you do?”
There was a twinkle in the eyes of the Irish youth.
“Oh, Oi did nivver a thing!” he chuckled. “She told me iverything about it.”
“And then—then what?”
“She wanted me to hilp her run away.”
“Did you?”
“Did Oi? Well, say! Did ivver a swate girrul appale to Barney Mulloy thot he wurn’t ready to break his neck fer th’ loikes av her?”
Frank’s excitement grew.
“Barney, you are a trump!” he shouted. “I could hug you! What did you do? How did you do it?”