"Look at that!" said Darby in triumph; "I cotch him at last!"
"Weira then, is it a Leprechaun it is?" said Oonah.
"Divil a less," said Darby, throwing down the doctor on the bed, and still holding him fast. "Open the big chest, Oonah, and we'll lock him up in it, and keep him antil he gives us the goold."
"Murder! murder!" shouted the doctor. "Lock me up in a chest!!"
"Gi' me the goold, then, and I won't."
"My good man, you know I have not gold to give."
"Don't believe him, Darby jewel," said Oonah; "them Leprechauns is the biggest liars in the world."
"Sure I know that!" said Darby, "as well as you. Oh! all the throuble I've had wid him; throth only I'm aiqual to a counsellor for knowledge, he'd have namplushed me long ago."
"Long life to you, Darby dear!"
"Mrs. Kelleher," said the doctor.