“The boys?”
“Yis. They want you at the wharf.”
“Me?”
“Yis; it’s dyin to see you they are.”
“The boys—dyin to see me at the wharf?” repeated Captain Corbet, slowly.
“It’s that same they are doin, and they sint me to bring you down.”
“Wal, that’s a pity, now,” said Captain Corbet. “I’m railly pained. I wish I could go. But you see the old ’oman’s out; gone to see a nevey of hern that’s jest took down with the influenzy, an I’m alone, an’ got to take car’ of the babby.”
“Ah, sure now an ye must go,” said Pat, entreatingly. “Look at me; sure an didn’t I run all the way up from the wharf for ye.”
“Wal, railly now, I’d do anythin to oblige the boys, but you see thar’s the babby, a delicate creatur, an’ the old ’oman away. But what do the boys want to see me for?”
“Sure, an it’s for matthers av the greatest importance intoirely, so it is.”