"Yes."
"They belong to th' ould Sur Nick, and the young Killigrews be sons of hell," he cried with energy.
"Supposing one of them were to come enquiring of you whether I came across here?" I asked.
He looked at me keenly.
"Be you a Protestant?" he asked.
"Sound," I replied.
"And p'r'aps you doan't want me to know who you be?" he queried slyly.
"You are a clever man," I answered.
"Then they shaan't know," he said with a grin, "onnly you must know, sur, I allays charge double in sich cases."