"Yis, ma'am;" and off went Andy.
In going through the village, he forgot to leave the prescription at the apothecary's and pushed on for the attorney's: there he saw Murtough Murphy, who handed him the law process, inclosed in a cover, with a note to the squire.
"Have you been doing anything very clever lately, Andy?" said Murtough.
"I don't know, sir," said Andy.
"Did you shoot any one with soda-water since I saw you last?"
Andy grinned.
"Did you kill any more dogs lately, Andy?"
"Faix, you're too hard on me, sir; sure I never killed but one dog, and that was an accident——"
"An accident!—curse your impudence, you thief! Do you think, if you killed one of the pack on purpose, we wouldn't cut the very heart o' you with our hunting whips?"
"Faith, I wouldn't doubt you, sir; but, sure, how could I help that divil of a mare runnin' away wid me, and thramplin' the dogs?"