“Be jabers, it’s meself that ses there’s not more nor one haythen upon the raft, and it’s meself that’ll prove it to yees.”
“How are you going to do it?” asked Smith.
“Why, like a gentleman, by walking out there and picking up the rifle for yees.”
“That would be folly upon your part. The weapon is not worth risking your life for.”
“I doesn’t intend riskin’ me life for it.”
“Well, don’t go Teddy; there is no need of it. I will give up my side of the question and agree with you, if you will stay with us.”
“You will agree with me, will yees?” asked Teddy with a curious expression of his fine blue eyes.
“Yes, if that will satisfy you.”
“It suits me to a tee. You agree with me then, when I say there isn’t more nor one of the haythen within five miles. Begorra then, if that’s what yees believes, what harrum can come to me in picking up yer gun for yees alone! so here goes.”
The hunter placed his hand on the shoulder of the Irishman and interposed.