"Why, there's Watherford, and there's Youghal, an' Fingal."
"Fingal,—where's that?"
"So you don't know where Fingal is. O, I see you're a sthranger, sir,—an' then there's Cork."
"You know Cove, then?"
"Is it the Cove o' Cork?"
"Yes."
"I was bred and born there, and pilots as many ships into Cove as any other two min out of it."
Barny thus sheltered his falsehood under the idiom of his language.
"But what brought you so far out to sea?" asked the captain.
"We wor lyin' out lookin' for ships that wanted pilots, and there kem an the terriblest gale o' wind aff the land, an' blew us to say out intirely, an' that's the way iv it, your honor."