“What is it?” asked Frank, seeing something unusual had happened.
“It’s news, we hiv’, me b’y!”
“Yah! id vas news we haf!”
“News!” exclaimed Frank, “what sort of news? Have you found Inza?”
“It’s not found her yit we hiv’, me b’y, but we’ll foind her soon, or Oi’ll ate me boots!”
“Yah! and I shall make a square meal mit mine coat off!”
Frank grasped Barney by the shoulder.
“You have found a clew—is that it? Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
“Begorra, it’s a bit loait we stayed up last night, Frankie, an’ Oi overslipt this morning. As for this Dutch chase, he nivver would, wake up at all, at all, av it wur not fer me. He would slape roight on fer a wake.”
“Oxscuce me,” said Hans. “No wake in mine. Vhat you took me for—an Irishmans, aind’t id?”