“Red whiskers!—why, you said a moment ago that they were black.”
“Black! hut tut, no, Misther Purcel, I couldn't say that; devil such a pair of red thumpers ever I seen, barin' upon Rousin' Redhead that was sent across—for—for—buildin' churches—ha! ha! ha!”
“Why, I'd take my oath you said black,” rejoined the proctor—“that is, if I have ears to my head.”
“Troth, an' you have Misther Purcel, as brave a pair as a man could boast of; but the truth is, you wor so much feflustered wid alarm, and got altogether so much through other, that you didn't know what I said.”
“I did perfectly: you said distinctly that he had black whiskers.”
“Red, by the hokey, over the world; however, to avoid an argument, even if I did, in mistake, say black, the whiskers were red in the mane time; an', as I sed, barrin' Rousin' Redhead's, that was thransported, a never laid my eyes on so red, nor so big I pair.”
“He can't be the fellow I suspect, then—for his, by all accounts, are unusually large and black.”
“As to that, I can't say, sir: but you wouldn't have me give a wrong description of any villain that 'ud make an attempt upon your life. Are you sure, though, it wasn't his reverend honor that the pistol was aimed at?”
“I am not; as I told you, it is impossible to settle that point. There is neither of us very popular, certainly.”
“Bekaise, afther all, there is a difference; and it doesn't folly that, although I'd purshue the villain for life and death, that 'ud attempt to murdher you, that I'd distress myself to secure an honest man that might free us an' the country from the like o' him;” and he pointed over his left shoulder with his inverted thumb.