“What the divil will we do?”
“That’s the question.”
Irish wit, however, was not to be long baffled. Barney suddenly cried:
“Sure I have an ijee.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed Frank. “What is it?”
“Begorra, wud yez luk up yonder to the top av that cliff?”
Frank did look up.
This was to the top of the high walls of the pass.
“Well,” he said curtly, “what are you driving at, Barney?”
“Shure, sor, if yez will give me the lave, I’ll climb up there an’ roll down big stones on the head av the rascals an’ fire many a good shot at thim, too. Av I don’t make it too hot for thim to sthay in the pass then me name ain’ O’Shea.”