“Yo am drefful smart, Mistah I’ish,” he retorted. “If yo’ don’ look out yo’ might die young.”
“Begorra, I’ll surely die afore this voyage is out if yez bring us any more such luck, yez omadhaun!”
Barney’s bantering manner was like a red flag in the eyes of a mad bull to Pomp.
“Don’ yo’ call me any sich names ag’in, sah, or by mah soul I done gib yo’ de worst trashin’ yo’ eber had.”
“Whurroo! Mebbe yez had betther thry it!” howled Barney, dancing about like a dervish, and all ready for a ruction.
It began to look as if one would occur.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE CONFESSION FOUND.
But before the controversy could be brought to an issue or a decision a thrilling thing occurred.
A terrific yell escaped Stanhope’s lips.
“Look out!” he screamed, “for your lives, everybody! Take care!”