Pat's description of the boxes suggested to Hatchie the means of getting to Cincinnati.
"Could you get me a box like those which contain these coffins?" asked he.
"Faix, I can, thin, if I only had the matther of two or three dollars. But what the divil makes yous ax sich a question?"
"I will give you ten dollars, and pay your passage to Cincinnati besides, if you will get me the box," said Hatchie, disregarding Pat's query.
"By me sowl, I'll get yous the box, and ax yous only the price meself pays for 't," replied Pat, touched at the idea of a reward, which between friends seemed base even to his rude mind.
"And I shall want your help, too."
"Yous may well count on that, for whin did a Fegan desart his frind? But tell me, honey, what yous mane to do wid it."
"I intend to get to Cincinnati in it."
"Is it in the box?" exclaimed Pat, astonished beyond measure. "Sure you will smodther!"
"But, my friend, I want you to look out for that, and give me something to eat and drink. You can pretend that the box contains the body of your captain, who, you said, died in Mexico."