“What is wrong, Pat?”
“Well, I’m after telling you at once. I’ve got meself in the penitentiary.”
“Of course; we’re all in here, but not from force.”
“And I never would be here by choice, but I’m deserving of punishment, and I wish you would give it to me unbeknown to annyone of the higher officials, and I would plead guilty.”
“Pat, what is wrong? I never heard you talk so before.”
“And I never did do so before.”
“Have you committed a murder?”
“No, your honor. But I come near liberating a convict. You have not the confidence in me anny more you once had, or never—”
“Well, I am sorry, for I had a friend in you—or, at least, I felt so.”
“And now I’m friendless, a lone Irishman, and I will soon be a convict.”