Frank was much distressed with the thought.
“My soul!” he ejaculated; “words cannot express how keenly I shall feel the loss of Pomp. He has been a good and faithful servant for many years.”
“Shure, sor,” exclaimed Barney, “ye don’t mean ter give the naygur up?”
“Indeed, what else can we do?”
“To be shure, sor, it looks bad!”
“It looks desperate.”
“But, sor, I’ll not give up the naygur yet, sor.”
“Ah, what plan have you?”
Barney scratched his head meditatively.
“Shure, sor, it’s a heap av thinking I have been doin’ and, sor, I makes up my mind that this pit is a cave.”