MAHON.
Look at the narrow place. He’ll be into the bogs! (With a yell.) Good rider! He’s through it again!
JIMMY.
He’s neck and neck!
MAHON.
Good boy to him! Flames, but he’s in! [Great cheering, in which all join.]
MAHON.
with hesitation.—What’s that? They’re raising him up. They’re coming this way. (With a roar of rage and astonishment.) It’s Christy! by the stars of God! I’d know his way of spitting and he astride the moon. [He jumps down and makes for the door, but Widow Quin catches him and pulls him back.]
WIDOW QUIN.
Stay quiet, will you. That’s not your son. (To Jimmy.) Stop him, or you’ll get a month for the abetting of manslaughter and be fined as well.
JIMMY.
I’ll hold him.
MAHON.
struggling.—Let me out! Let me out, the lot of you! till I have my vengeance on his head to-day.
WIDOW QUIN.
shaking him, vehemently.—That’s not your son. That’s a man is going to make a marriage with the daughter of this house, a place with fine trade, with a license, and with poteen too.
MAHON.
amazed.—That man marrying a decent and a moneyed girl! Is it mad yous are? Is it in a crazy-house for females that I’m landed now?
WIDOW QUIN.
It’s mad yourself is with the blow upon your head. That lad is the wonder of the Western World.