“So do I; and I wonder more why I stay.”
“Does it ever occur to you to guess why?”
“No; never.”
“It has nothing to say to being well fed, well lodged, well paid, and well cared for?”
“No; it has not,” said Joe, gravely. “The bit I ate, I get how I can; these is my own clothes, and sorrow sixpence I seen o' your money since last Christmas.”
“Get down,—get down on the road this instant. You shall never sit another mile beside me.”
“I will not get down. Why would I, in a strange counthry, and not a farthin' in my pocket!”
“Have a civil tongue, then, and don't provoke me to turn you adrift on the world.”
“I don't want to provoke you.”
“What beastly stuff is that you are smoking?” said O'Shea, as a whole cloud from Joe's pipe came wafted across him.