Andy couldn't resist a laugh at this, and Bridget feared the girl was going off into hysterics again.
“Aisy, dear—aisy—sure you'll be safe with me.”
“Ow! ow! ow!” shouted Andy.
“Oh, murther!” cried Bridget, “the sterricks will be the death of her! You blackguards, you frightened her coming up here, I'm sure.”
The men swore they behaved in the genteelest manner. “Well, take away Jack, and the girl shall have share of my bed for this night.”
Andy shook internally with laughter.
“Dear, dear, how she thrimbles!” cried Bridget, “Don't be so frightful, lanna machree—there, now—they're taking Jack away, and you're alone with myself and will have a nice sleep.”
The men all the time were removing Shan More to upper air; and the last sounds they heard as they left the cave were the coaxing tones of Bridget's voice, inviting Andy, in the softest words, to go to bed.