Patsy's depression vanished as at the glare of a torch and the trumpet of danger. He nosed the air and sniffed like a horse.
"Begor!" said he. "You're full of——. There's no sense in that," said he sharply.
"That is what I would like to see, but everybody must act exactly as they are able to act."
"I tell you there isn't any sense in it; give me a reasonable thing to do in the name of God and I'll do it."
"That is the only thing I want done."
"What's the use of making a fool of me?"
"Am I demanding anything?"
When they had walked a few paces:
"What is it, after all!" said Patsy proudly.
He thrust his hands into his pockets and exhibited them full of gold and silver.