“What?”
“As soon as I touched him I felt him move!”
“Dinny, you’re a fool!” cried Bart, in an exasperated tone of voice. “I wish he was alive, poor lad!”
“I tell you,” cried Dinny, catching his arm, “he moved in his grave—I felt it plain!”
“Come back!” said Bart, fiercely.
“Divil a bit!”
“Come back!”
“Divil a bit, I say!”
“You coward!” cried Bart. “Am I to go and do it alone?”
“No, no, Bart, me lad, don’t thry it. There’s something quare about the owld business.”