"Oh, he's a process-server," said Dick; "the people are going to drown him, maybe."
"To dwown him?" said Furlong, in horror.
"If he has luck," said Dick, "they'll only give him a good ducking; but we had better have nothing to do with it. I would not like you to be engaged in one of these popular riots."
"I shouldn't wellish it myself," said Furlong.
"Pull away, Dick," said Murphy; "let them kill the blackguard, if they like."
"But will they kill him weally?" inquired Furlong, somewhat horrified.
"'Faith, it's just as the whim takes them," said Murphy; "but as we wish to be popular on the hustings, we must let them kill as many as they please."
Andy still shouted loud enough to be heard. "Misther Dick, they're goin' to murdher me."
"Poo' w'etch!" said Furlong, with a very uneasy shudder.
"Maybe you'd think it right for us to land, and rescue him," said Murphy, affecting to put about the boat.