“‘And where are you going now?’ was the next query.
“‘May I ask you the same,’ said I.
“‘Me, why I’m for Killaloe—for the fair tomorrow.’
“‘That’s exactly my destination,’ said I.
“‘And how do you mean to go?’ retorted he, ‘It’s forty miles from here.’
“‘I have a notion,’ replied I, ‘that the dark chesnut there, with the white fetlock, will have the honour of conveying me.’
“A very peculiar grin, which I did not half admire, was the reply to this speech.
“‘There’s many a one I wouldn’t take under five shillings from, for the day,’ said I; ‘but the times are bad, and somehow I like the look of you. Is it a bargain?’
“‘Faix, I’m half inclined to let you try the same horse,’ said he. ‘It would be teaching you something, any how. Did ye ever hear of the Playboy?’
“‘To be sure I did. Is that he?’