"Elwood," sighed Tim, "'spose by towken of the severe suffering that meself is undergoing I should lose me intellect——"
"I don't think there's any danger."
"And why not?" demanded the Irishman, in assumed fierceness.
"For the good reason that you haven't any to lose."
Tim bowed his head in graceful acknowledgment.
"But suppose I does run mad for all that?"
"I can easily dispose of you?"
"Afther what shtyle?"
"A madman is always a dangerous person in the community, and the moment I see any signs of your malady all I have to do is to shoot you through the head."
"Do yez obsarve any signs at presint?"