“Where should it be, at all at all?” says Hughie; “bewitched it should be, to say it’s gone like that!”
And Heffernan standing there with his mouth open, looked as if he had lost all belonging to him. Then he began searching about a good piece off from where the shilling fell.
“It’s not there you’ll get it!” said Barney; “sure you ought always look for a thing where you lost it!”
He went over to Hughie.
“None of your tricks, now! It’s you has Mr. Heffernan’s money, and let you give it up to him!”
“Is it me have it? Sure if I had, what would I do, only hand it over to the man that owns it!” says Hughie.
On the word, he let himself down upon the ground, and slithered over on top of the shilling.
But quick and all as he was, Barney was quicker.
“Sure you have it there, you vagabone you! Give it up, and get off out of this with yourself!”
And he caught Hughie a clip on the side of the head that sent him sprawling on the broad of his back. And there, right enough, under him was the shilling.