“There’s two of us so,” observed the captain.
“I think I’ll head towards England,” said the fosterer.
“Well,” returned the captain, “I’ll go there too.”
“Push on to London afterwards, and try an Irishman’s luck.5,
“Right,” exclaimed the ratcatcher; “and I’ll stick to you like a bur.”
“But what could you do there, copteeine?’
“Ask me rather what could I not do! Are there any brats, rats, pointers, or old women to be found?”
“Enough of all, no doubt, Master Shemus.”
“Then leave Shemus Rhua alone to make out life.”
“‘Well, captain, if you will venture, we’ll share the purse while it holds a shilling—and when the last is gone—why, it’s only mounting the cockade.”