"The devil gave a knowing look, and, dipping his hand into the left breeches-pocket, took out a piece of paper, and, as an attorney shows the corner of a promissory-note to an unwilling witness, he held it out to Tom, and asked him was it his hand-writing: 'Tummas a Brawdeen,'[59] says he, in Irish, 'is that yer fist?'
"'There's no denying it,' says Tom, with a shudder.
"'Then draw on yer boots, and let us be jogging.'
"'Asy,' says Father Feaghan. 'Did ye get the consideration, Tom?'
"The devil seemed uncommonly affronted. 'Paul Feaghan,' says he, 'I didn't think you would suppose that I would take his I.O.U. and not post the coal! By my oath,' he continued, 'and let him contradict me if he can, a Tuam note he would not touch with the tongs; and the devil a flimsy would go down with him, good or bad, but a regular Bank of Ireland!'
"'Oh, be Jakers!' says the priest, 'you're done, Tom! Show me the note.'
"'Bedershin!' says the devil, clapping his right fore-finger on his nose.
"'Honour bright!' replied Father Paul.
"'Will ye return it?' inquired Old Hoofey.
"'Will a duck swim?' says the priest. 'Be this book,' says he, laying his hand upon the tea-caddy, 'ye shall have it in two twos.'