John. Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!
Patsy. Niver! Ye must go along wid me, my fine lad; there's a bill a waiting for you at farmer Hopkins's.
John. Farmer Hopkins! But I shall be late for school.
Patsy. O, niver mind the school. You'll get a little uv it there, from a nice big cowhide.
John. Let me go, I say!
Patsy. Quit your howling, and come along.
John. I won't. Help! Help! Help!
Enter Charley and Ralph, r.
Charley. What's the matter, Ray?