Mike could remain silent no longer.
“That’s a dooce of a way to run a race! Whin ye find ye can bate the ither out of sight ye fall back and let her doot. That’s the style I used to run races wid the ither boys at school, but the raison was I couldn’t help it. If ye’ll allow me to utter a few words of wisdom I’ll do the same.”
Alvin nodded his head.
“It is that ye signal to that pirut ahead to wait and give us a tow, being that’s the only way we can howld our own wid ’em.”
Now while it was trying to Alvin and Chester to engage in a race of the nature described and voluntarily allow the contestant to beat them, when they knew they had the power of winning, yet they believed it was the true policy, since Detective Calvert had said so. They understood the disgust of Mike and could not forbear having a little fun at his expense.
“You see,” said Chester gravely, “those two young men who gave you and Alvin such a warm time the other night are on the other boat, and if we should come to close quarters with them they would be pretty sure to even up matters with you.”
Mike glared at the speaker, as if doubting the evidence of his ears.
“Phwat is that ye’re saying?” he demanded. “Isn’t that the dearest object of yer heart? I shall niver die contint till I squar’ matters wid ’em, and ye knows the same.”
“You forget,” added Calvert, with the same seriousness, “that they have a full-grown man to help them out.”
“And haven’t we a full-grown man wid us, as me dad said whin he inthrodooced me to his friends at Donnybrook, I being ’liven years old? Begorra, I’m thinking we haven’t any such person on boord.”