“Now,” said the other, when they had got into the room where the corpse lay, “shake hands.”
They accordingly shook hands, and M'Carthy gave him the genuine grip, as he had been taught it by the Whiteboy.
“Right,” said the man, “for so far; now, what's the hour?”
“Very near the right one.”
“Isn't it come yet?”
“The hour is come, but not the man.”
“When will he come?”
“He is within sight.”
“It's all right; come in and take another dhrink,” said the man; “but still, who brought you here? for I know He couldn't.”
M'Carthy replied, winking towards the kitchen, “Troth she'll tell you that story; give me another drink o' fwhiskey and water. Oh, I'm hardly able to sit up, I'm getthi' so drowsy. A wink o' sleep, I may say, didn't crass my eye these three nights; an' I'd wish to stretch myself beside the poor boy widin. I'm an my keepin', boys, and fwhin you know that the law was at my heels fwhor the last foive weeks, you'll allow I want rest: throth I must throw myself somewhere.”