"Gone to the cave."
"What for?"
"Oi don't know, leastwise he thinks Oi don't."
"Which means that you do," remarked Corrigan, suggestively.
Mosey unclosed one eye with great deliberation.
"Oi do that," he replied slowly.
"Do you think it's money, Andy?" asked the other, as he seated himself on the edge of the table.
"It's not anything else, Dennis, me b'y," was the reply.
"How much do you expect to get from him?"
"Not one cint. Oh, but he's a close-fisted miser. Oi know him!" and the Irishman rubbed his chin savagely. "He owes me many a dollar, so he does!"