“Now, Darby,” siz he, “here’s the dollars for ye.”
But it was only a bit of paper he was handin’ me.
“Arrah, none ov yer tricks upon thravellers,” siz I; “I had betther nor that, and many more ov them, melted in the sea; give me what won’t wash out of my pocket.”
“Well, Darby,” siz he, “you must have the real thing.”
So he reckoned me out a hundred dollars in goold. I never saw the like since the stockin’ fell out ov the chimly on my aunt and cut her forred.
“Now, Darby,” siz he, “ye are a rich man, and ye are worthy of it all.”
At last the day came that I was to stand the tug. I saw the captain lookin’ very often at me. At last—
“Darby,” siz he, “are you any way cow’d? The fellow you have to shwim agenst can shwim down watherfalls an’ catharacts.”
“Can he, avic?” siz I; “but can he shwim up agenst them?”