"If I was only as wet within as I'm without, it's in fighting trim I'd be," Mike said, addressing the shepherd, who was tugging along with the most stoical indifference as to the fulling rain and bad road.
"I can fight, wet or dry," was the answer.
"And can't I do the same?" asked Mike, inclined to take umbrage at the remark.
"Show me a thing that an Irishman can't do as well as an Englishman," cried Mike.
"Can you play the ghost like me?" demanded the shepherd.
"And why not?"
"Because, who ever heard of a ghost speaking with the brogue?" asked the stockman, triumphantly.
"Bedad, I didn't think of that," Mike muttered, completely crushed by this new evidence of his companion's superiority.
"If you two grumblers don't stop your wrangling I'll choke you," Mr. Wright exclaimed, angrily.
"I'm dumb," Mike said.