"All right, father. I await your rendering an account of them."
The monk stepped firmly up to the mutineers and endeavored to speak with them.
"We want the upper floor! We'll have the top floor!" was the only answer he received.
"But, boys, the upper floor is no better than the lower."
"We want the upper! The Kerry lads are not made to be stowed away on the ground-floor."
"For mercy's sake, listen to reason, or else the captain—"
"Down wid Dublin! Kerry for ever!"
The monk returned, pale as death, to explain the cause of the tumult.
The volunteers from "county Kerry," whose blood is proverbially warm, were indignant because I had quartered them on the ground-floor, while the Dublin lads occupied the upper story; wherefore they were determined not to budge until this insult was repaired and Kerry vindicated.
"But, reverend father, the order is given, and cannot be revoked without compromising my dignity. Try to point out to me the leaders; I will have them arrested. As to the others—"