human
Begorra, Miss Winny, I tould Bully-dhu what they were up to, an' I let him in at the hall doore, an' {246} when I seen him tumble the fust man he met, and stick in his windpipe without so much as a growl, I knew there was one man wouldn't lave that easy, any way; an' I med off for the polis as fast as my legs and feet could carry me.
gpt
And how did--how--did--poor Emon hear of it?
human
Arra blur-an-ages, Miss Winny, didn't I cut across by Shanvilla, an' tould him every haporth? Why, miss, he'd murdher me af I let him lie there dhramin', an' they carrin' you off, Miss Winny.
gpt
Oh, Jamesy, why did you not go straight for the police, and never mind Emon-a-knock?
human
Ah! Winny dear, said her father,
gpt
I did not care. I would have fought my battle alone against twenty Tom Murdocks. They might have ill-used me, and then murdered me, but what of that? Emon-a-knock would live, perhaps to avenge me; but now--now--oh, father, father! I wish he had murdered me along with Emon. But, God forgive me, indeed I am very sinful; I forgot you, father dear. Here, Biddy, get the kettle boiling; we all want a cup of tea;
human
Miss Winny, I'm tired enough to sleep anywhere, an' I'll lie down here.
gpt
Hadn't you better go to your own bed in the barn, Jamesy, where you can take off your clothes? I am sure you would be more comfortable.
human
No, Miss Winny, I'm sure I would not. Beside, the policeman tuck-- Jamesy stopped himself.
gpt
What the mischief have I been saying?
human
The policeman took what, Jamesy?
gpt
He tuck the key, miss. He said no one should g'win there till he cum back.
human
Oh, very well, Jamesy; lie down, and let me throw this quilt over you. But, God's mercy, if here is not a pool of blood! I wonder what brought it here? Oh, am I doomed to sec nothing but blood--blood? What is this, Jamesy, do you know?
gpt
I do, miss. It was Bully-dhu that cut one of the men when they cum in; and no cure for him, Miss Winny!
human
Why, he must have cut him severely, James; the whole floor is covered with blood.
gpt
Cut him, is it? Begorra, Miss Winny, he kilt him out-an-out. I may as well tell you the thruth at wanst.
human
For heaven's sake, you do not mean to say that he actually killed him, Jamesy?
gpt
That's just what I do mane. Miss Winny, an' I may as well tell you, for Mr. Cotter will be here by-an-bye with the coroner and a jury to hould an inquest. Isn't he lyin' there abroad in the barn as stiff as a crowbar, an' as ugly as if he was bespoke, miss? Didn't I help Mr. Cotter to carry him out, or rather to dhrag him? for begorra he was as heavy as if he was made of lead!
human
Fie, fie, James, you should not talk that way of any poor fellow-being--for shame!
gpt
An' a bad fellow-bein' he was, to cum here to carry you away. Miss Winny, an' maybe to murdher you in the mountain, or maybe worse. My blessin' on you, Bully-dhu!