Lanty here mixed him some brandy and water, and then held it to his lips.
“Here,” said he, “here is the Glorious, Pious, and Immortal Memory! hip, (hiccup) oh—ay—hip, hip, hurrah! Now, Lanty, you clip, that's one part of my duty done.”
“It is, sir,” replied Lanty; “you always did your duty, Square.”
“Ay, but there's more to come—lay me back now, Lanty; lay me back till I whistle the Boyne Water.”
Lanty accordingly laid him back a little, and he immediately commenced an attempt to whistle that celebrated air by way of consolation on his death-bed.
“He's not always settled, gentlemen,” said Lanty, “and I see that one of his wandering fits is comin' on him now.”
“What is the reason,” said Captain Bredin—for such was the rank of the person he called Dick—“why is it that there is not a physician in attendance?”
“He would not let one of the thieves near him,” replied Lanty, “for fraid they'd kill him.”
“That is true,” observed Val; “he always entertained a strong antipathy against them, and would consult none.”
“Did Solomon M'Slime come?” he inquired.