“Me, devil a more nor yourself, Mr. Crow.”
“Why, do you know me, too?”
“Troth, more knows you than you think.”
Billy looked very much puzzled at all this; at last he said,—
“And ye tell me that your master there’s the right sort?”
“Thrue blue,” said Mike, with a wink, “and so is his uncles.”
“And where are they, when they are at home?”
“In Galway, no less; but they’re here now.”
“Where?”
“Here.”