“Oh, murther!”
“There’s the great fall to see yet, and we’ve got elephants to shoot.”
“Shure an’ I don’t want any great falls, or for anny one to see it.”
“Nonsense, Dinny. I mean to see the cataract,” said Dick.
“Shure, an’ it’s you as is talking the nonsense now, Masther Dick; for how could ye see if ye’d got a catharact?”
“What do you mean, Dinny?”
“What do I mane? Shure it was my own cousin by me mother’s side that had a couple o’ bad catharacts in his eyes, and couldn’t see a bit till they took him to the hoshpittle and had ’em out. Ah, they’re mortial bad things, Masther Dick.”
“No, no; I mean a cataract or fall of the river, where it tumbles over rocks.”
“An’ what would a river go tumbling off rocks for, Masther Dick? Why don’t it go along quietly?”
“Ah, you’ll see when we get there,” said Dick. “It’s a fall like that where you nearly got drowned, only hundreds of times as big.”