"This is called the punch, Andy."
"So there is the punch as well as the tumbler, sir."
"Ay, and very strong punch it is, you see, Andy;" and Dick, struck it with his little mahogany mallet, and cut his patches of leather.
"And what's that for, sir?—the leather I mane."
"That's for putting round the ball."
"Is it for fear 't would hurt him too much when you shot him."
"You're a queer customer, Andy," said Dick, smiling.
"And what weeshee little balls thim is, sir."
"They are always small for duelling-pistols."
"Oh, then thim is jewellin' pistles. Why, musha, Misther Dick, is it goin' to fight a jule you are?" said Andy, looking at him with earnestness.