"Drove where?"
"To the Squire's."
"What Squire?"
"Squire Egan's, to be sure."
"Hold your tongue, you rascal; you're either drunk still, or telling lies. The gentleman I mean wouldn't go to Mister Egan's; he was coming to me."
"That's the jintleman I dhruv—that's all I know. He was in the shay, and was nigh shootin' me; and Micky Doolin stopped on the road, when his brother was nigh killed, and towld me to get up, for he wouldn't go no farther, when the jintleman objected——"
"What did the gentleman object to?"
"He objected to Pether goin' into the shay."
"Who is Peter?"
"Pether Doolin, to be sure."