“Bejabers, they war in the pack, but yez kin tell me perhaps where yez got those four aces yez put down there?”
“I tell yo’, Pish, dey was in de pack.”
“Be jabers it’s the fust pack av cards I ever saw with six aces in it,” retorted Barney.
“Now don’ yo’ gib me any mo’ ob yo’ sass, Pish!” blustered Pomp. “I’ll jes’ make yo’ sorry if yo’ does.”
“Bejabers yez ain’t the size!”
“Look out fo’ yo’self, Pish!”
“Whurroo!”
Over went the table leaf, down went the chips in the bottom of the wagon, and the two angry poker players closed in a lively wrestle.
For a moment Barney had the best of it, then Pomp tripped the Celt up and both fell in a heap in the bottom of the wagon.
They chanced to fall against the wire screen door in the rear of the wagon.