At these words he gave a knock of his heel to the coach, as if to intimate their “whereabouts.”
“You don’t mean in the coach, do ye?”
“To be sure I do; and troth you can’t know much of the west, av ye don’t know the three Mr. Trenches of Tallybash!—them’s they.”
“You don’t say so?”
“Faix, but I do.”
“May I never drink the 12th of July if I didn’t think they were priests.”
“Priests!” said Mickey, in a roar of laughter,—“priests!”
“Just priests!”
“Be-gorra, though, ye had better keep that to yourself; for they’re not the men to have that same said to them.”
“Of course I wouldn’t offend them,” said Mr. Crow; “faith, it’s not me would cast reflections upon such real out-and-outers as they are. And where are they going now?”