"By turning about, and getting back the road you've come, as fast as you can."
"Is it back? O Queen iv Heaven! an' how will I iver get back?" said the bewildered Barny.
"Then, you don't know your course, it appears?"
"O, faix I knew it iligant, as long as your honor was before me."
"But you don't know your course back?"
"Why, indeed, not to say rightly all out, your honor."
"Can't you steer?" said the captain.
"The divil a betther hand at the tiller in all Kinsale," said Barny, with his usual brag.
"Well, so far so good," said the captain. "And you know the points of the compass,—you have a compass, I suppose?"
"A compass! by my sowl an' it's not let alone a compass, but a pair a compasses I have, that my brother the carpinthir left me for a keepsake whin he wint abroad; but, indeed, as for the points o' thim I can't say much, for the childer spylt thim intirely, rootin' holes in the flure."