"Oi'm done fur," said he.
"What's the matter?" demanded Wheaton.
"Oi'm fifteen pounds short," said Pat.
"How long before the next examination?"
"Four wakes."
"Pshaw," said Wheaton. "We'll fix it, yet. I'm not going to let those fellows squeeze you out. Will you do just as I tell you?"
"Oi will, begobs!" was the sturdy answer.
"Well you must begin to-morrow morning. You've got two sub-janitors, haven't you?"
"Oi have," said Pat.
"You can make them do all the work, if you want to, can't you?"