"Bad cess to the know I know!" said Andy.
"Look under the bed, Oonah," said the aunt.
Oonah obeyed, and screamed, and ran behind Andy. "There's another here yet!" said she.
Andy seized the poker, and, standing on the defensive, desired the villain to come out: the demand was not complied with.
"There's nobody there," said Andy.
"I'll take my oath there is," said Oonah; "a dirty blackguard, without any clothes on him."
"Come out, you robber!" said Andy, making a lunge under the truckle.
A grunt ensued, and out rushed the pig, who had escaped from the dog—the dog having discovered a greater attraction in some fat that was knocked from the dresser, which the widow intended for the dipping of rushes in; but the dog being enlightened to his own interest without rushlights, and preferring mutton fat to pig's ear, had suffered the grunter to go at large, while he was captivated by the fat. The clink of a three-legged stool the widow seized to the rescue was a stronger argument against the dog than he was prepared to answer, and a remnant of fat was preserved from the rapacious Coaly.
"Where's the rest o' the robbers?" said Oonah; "there's three o' them, I know."
"You're dhramin'," said Andy. "Divil a robber is here but myself."