"Well, I'll be in that town by the time he comes along."
"He is here, varlet."
"Where?"
"That noble looking gentleman in rich raiment—true, a trifle faded—but rich—he that rides alone."
"Do you mean the one on the blind mare?"
"True, the mare is blind, but that is her misfortune not her fault—she comes of fine stock. Yes, that is our great and noble Comic Paper Irish King O'Fudge."
"A Comic Paper Irish King," said Billy. "Is he Irish?"
"No," said the Horn Man, "not really Irish, he's the kind of Irish they have in Comic Papers."
O'Fudge, the Comic Paper Irish King.