"And what brought Peter Doolin there?"
"He fell off the horses——"
"Wasn't it Mick Doolin you said was driving but a moment ago?"
"Ay, sir, but that was th' other shay."
"What other chaise, you vagabond?"
"Th' other shay, your honour, that I never see at all, good or bad—only Pether."
"What diabolical confusion you are making of the story, to be sure! There's no use in talking to you here, I see. Bring him after me," said the Squire, to some of his people standing by. "I must keep him in custody till something more satisfactory is made out about the matter."
"Sure it's not makin' a presner of me you'd be?" said Andy.
"You shall be kept in confinement, you scoundrel, till something is heard of this strange gentleman. I'm afraid he's drowned."
"D——l a dhrowned. I dhruv him to Squire Egan's, I'll take my book oath."