'Ah ha!' said he, rubbing his sandy chin whiskers. 'Don't seem like ye'd been used to hard wurruk.'
'But I can do it,' I said.
He looked at me sternly and beckoned with his head.
'Come along,' said he.
He took me to a gang of Irishmen working in the street near by.
'Boss McCormick!' he shouted.
A hearty voice answered, 'Aye, aye, Counsellor,' and McCormick came out of the crowd, using his shovel for a staff.
'A happy day to ye!' said Fogarty.
'Same to youse an' manny o' thim,' said McCormick.
'Ye'll gi'me one if ye do me a favour,' said Fogarty.