“Divil a bit.”
“Who are you?”
“Me name is Barney O’Shea, and I’m a respictable Irish gintleman.”
“Good! Give me your hand. I am an American, and the Irishman has no better friend.”
“Yez talk like a man, yez do,” cried Barney. “I’m delighted to meet yez. But howiver did yez come here?”
“Well,” replied the young man, “I was fool enough to step upon a revolving dais in the temple above, and——”
“Bejabers. I came here that same way mesilf,” cried Barney.
“So? Well, we are in for it.”
“Yez are roight.”
“But what may I ask has brought you into this part of Yucatan?”