“Don’t be talking, man: you have all my money.”
“Haven’t you chariot and horses and hounds?”
“Well, what of them!”
“I’ll stake all the money I have against thine.”
“Nonsense, man! Do you think for all the money in Ireland, I’d run the risk of seeing my lady tramp home on foot?”
“Maybe you’d win,” said the bocough.
“Maybe I wouldn’t,” said the story-teller.
“Play with him, husband,” said his wife. “I don’t mind walking, if you do, love.”
“I never refused you before,” said the story-teller, “and I won’t do so now.”
Down he sat again, and in one throw lost houses, hounds, and chariot.