"No, Andy,—but the master is; but don't say a word about it."
"Not a word for the world. The masther goin' to fight!—God send him safe out iv it!—Amin. And who is he going to fight, Misther Dick?"
"Murphy the attorney, Andy."
"Oh, won't the masther disgrace himself by fightin' the 'torney?"
"How dare you say such a thing of your master?"
"I ax your pard'n, Misther Dick; but sure you know what I mane.—I hope he'll shoot him."
"Why, Andy, Murtough was always very good to you, and now you wish him to be shot."
"Sure, why wouldn't I rather have him kilt more than the masther?"
"But neither may be killed."
"Misther Dick," said Andy, lowering his voice, "wouldn't it be an iligant thing to put two balls into the pistle instid o' one, and give the masther a chance over the 'torney?"