“That’s what I want,” he said. “They are simply good fellows who jest went into this thing on my account.”
“But in all human probability,” the officer went on, “you will be caught and punished. It will be a miracle if you escape.”
The O’Mahony blew smoke from his pipe with an incredulous grin, and the other went on:
“It does not rest alone with me, I assure you. A minute detailed description of your person, Captain Harrier, has been in our possession for two days.”
“I-gad! that reminds me,” broke in The O’Mahony, his face darkening as he spoke—“the man who gave you that name and that description is lyin’ down-stairs with a cracked skull.”
“I don’t know that it is any part of my duty,” said the officer; “to interest myself in that person, or—ah—what befalls him.”
“No,” said The O’Mahony, “I guess not! I guess not!”