"Will you hold your tongue, you stupid villain! I'm not joking: you absolutely might be hanged for robbing the post-office."
"Sure I didn't know there was any harm in what I done; and for that matther, sure, if they're sitch wondherful value, can't I go back again wid 'em?"
"No, you thief! I hope you have not said a word to any one about it."
"Not the sign of a word passed my lips about it."
"You're sure?"
"Sartin."
"Take care, then, that you never open your mouth to mortal about it, or you'll be hanged, as sure as your name is Andy Rooney."
"Oh, at that rate I never will. But maybe your honour thinks I ought to be hanged?"
"No,—because you did not intend to do a wrong thing; but, only I have pity on you, I could hang you to-morrow for what you've done."
"Thank you, sir."