“Where to?” asked Con.
“Castle Knock—where else?”
“Sure, Paddy, you wouldn’t be ridin’ me into the town!”
“Jay up.”
“Sure, I’ll never be able to show me face in the county agin.”
“Jay up.”
The spurs struck home so hard that the steed nearly unseated his rider with the bound he gave. Then, at a trot, they started for Castle Knock.
Mr Murphy knew his populace.