human
Faith, says he,
gpt
Are you well, Jimmy?
human
Am I well? I am that! I was never fitter f'r to fight thim dirty green coats of Sir John's. Och--the poor lad! Lave me fetch a hot brick----
gpt
I'm lame as a one-legged duck, Jimmy, said I.
human
Send word to the Fort that I've an account to render, and beg the Commandant to overlook my tardiness until I can be carried thither on a litter.
gpt
And th' yoong leddy, sorr? Will she bait here?
human
Yes; where is she?
gpt
She lies on a wolf-skin on the bed in the next chamber, foreninst the wall, sorr. There's tears on her purty face, but I think she sleeps, f'r all that. Is she hurted, too, Misther Drogue?
human
Oh, no. When she wakes send a maid-servant to care for her. Find a loft-bed for my Indian and give him no rum--mind that, James Burke!--or we quarrel.
gpt
Th' red divil gets no sup in my shabeen! said he.
human
Do I lave him gorge or no?
gpt
Certainly. Let him stuff himself. And let no man use him with contempt. He is faithful and brave. He is my _friend._ Do you mark me, Jimmy?
human
I do, sorr. And Nick Stoner--that long-legged limb of Satan!--av he plays anny thricks on Jimmy Burke may God help him--the poor little scut!----