“And me fiddle, too?”
“You’re right.”
“What for, av I may be enlightened?” asked the puzzled Irishman.
“Ah, now yer comin’ to it,” said the man, with a short, chuckling laugh. “You see that sardine there?”
He pointed to one of his comrades, a very good-looking young fellow of perhaps five-and-twenty.
“Faith I have the use of me two eyes,” said Shea.
“Well, then, you see a ’tarnal galoot what’s picked up a woman and is going to get spliced,” chuckled the man.
“Draw it mild, Snorter,” said the party indicated.
“I’m drawing a straight bow,” said Snorter.
“Honestly, Irisher, he’s picked up a woman what ran away from some wagon train.”