"Well, begorra, an' it's yerselves, so it is an' ut sure is a sight fer sore eyes ter see yer. An' yer found yer uncle, eh?" he added as he caught sight of Mr. Lakewood who entered the store last.
"We sure did," Bob laughed as he grasped the man's hand. "You know him don't you?"
"Sure. It's meself as knows him. An' now tell us all about ut."
"But where can I leave these things?" Mr. Lakewood asked as he dumped an armful of rifles and revolvers on the counter.
"Fer the luv of Mike, whar did yer pick up the arsenal?" Pete gasped as he shook hands with Mr. Lakewood.
"That's a part uv the story," Mr. Lakewood smiled. "When you get time we'll be glad to tell you all about it."
"Whin I git time, eh. Sure an' it's meself as would like ter ask why I haven't got time right now," and, striding to the door, he turned the key in the lock and led the way back to the office saying: "This store is closed fer business till I get that story."
The story was soon told and when Bob, who, at Mr. Lakewood's request, had acted as story teller for the party, had finished, Pete burst but with:
"Sure an' it's meself as knew thot man Long was a bad one but I niver thot as how he was thot bad. I told yer not ter go up thar wid him yer remember."
"Yes, I know you did," Mr. Lakewood assured him.