"The right's wid me," exclaimed Thady; "I stood to him all day, and I
say I'll have him for this night. Come wid me, Jimmy. Didn't I do most
for you to-day?"

"I'll never forget your kindness," replied poor Jemmy, quite alarmed at
the boisterous symptoms of pugilism which already began to appear. In
fact, many a tiny fist was shut, as a suitable, accompaniment to the
auguments with which they enforced their assumed rights.

"There, now," continued Thady, "that I puts an ind to it; he says he'll
never forget my kindness. That's enough; come wid me, Jimmy."

"Is it enough?" said a lad, who, if his father was less wealthy than
Thady's, was resolved to put strength of arm against strength of purse.
"Maybe it isn't enough! I say I bar it, if your fadher was fifty times
as rich!--Rich! Arrah, don't be comin' over us in regard of your riches,
man alive! I'll bring the sthrange boy home this very night, an' it
isn't your father's dirty money that'll prevint me."

"I'd advise you to get a double ditch about your nose," replied Thady,
"before you begin to say anything disrespectful aginst my father.--Don't
think to ballyrag over me. I'll bring the boy, for I have the best right
to him. Didn't I do (* outwit) the masther on his account?"

"A double ditch about my nose?"

"Aye!"

"Are you able to fight me?"