"Begorra, it's the stars ye've been seein'."
"Three star brandy wisnae in it, Pat. It's worse than the D.T.'s."
[pg 266] "Never mind, me bhoy, we've got their ould bullet engines," said Pat, pointing to the machine guns with the gun team lying round. "But I say, Spud, have a nip."
"Sure, Pat, whaur is it?"
"Here," he said, drawing a beautiful silver brandy-flask out of his pocket.
"Whaur did ye get this?"
"In that German officer's pocket."
"Man, it's the rale thing. Did ye get onything else?"
"I did that,—a purse of gould German quids."
"I get hauf o' that. It wis me that kill't him."