"'Feel av it has a wart on its nose,' sez I, 'for be that token ye'll know it's Luke.'
"'The moment is suspicious,' says the majum.
"'I hope yer don't want to asperge me character,' sez I.
"'Whist!' sez she; 'the sperrits is droopin.'
"'It's droppin' yer mane,' sez I, pickin' up a small bottle she let fall from her pocket.
"'Put that woman out,' sez an ould chap.
"'Who do ye call a woman?' sez I. 'Lay a finger on me, an' I'll scratch a map of the County Clare on yer ugly phiz.'
"'Put her out!' 'Put her out!' sez two or three others, an' they med a lep for me. But, holy rocket! I was up in a minute.
"'Bring an yer fightin' sperrits,' I cried, 'from Julus Sazar to Tim Maconle, an' I'll bate 'em all fur the glory av ould Ireland!'
"The big chap as had me money kem behin' me, an' put his elbow in me eye; but me jewel, I tassed him over as if he bin a feather, an' the money rowled out his pocket. Wid a cry av 'Faugh-a-ballah!' I grabbed six dollars, runned out av the doore, an' I'll never put fut in the house ag'in. An' that's how I kem be the eye."