“Joey.”
“Joey what?”
“Joey—O’Donahue,” replied our hero, for he was fearful of giving the name of McShane.
“And who are your parents?”
“They are poor people,” replied Joey, “and live a long way off.”
“And why did you leave them?”
Joey had already made up his mind to tell his former story; “I left there because I was accused of poaching, and they wished me to go away.”
“Poaching; yes, I understand that—killing hares and birds. Well, but why did you poach?”
“Because father did.”
“Oh, well, I see; then, if you only did what your father did we must not blame his child; and so you come down here to go to sea?”