human
I cannot join them yet awhile, Jamesy; we have a corpse in the house.
gpt
God's mercy! an' shure it's not the poor ould masther?
human
No; I don't know who he is. He must have been one of the depredators.
gpt
An' th' ould masther done for him!--God be praised? More power to his elbow!
human
No, Jamesy, it was not the old master. It was Bully-dhu that choked him--see here;
gpt
The divil a word of lie you're tellin', sir; dear me, but he gev' him the tusks in style. Begorra, Bully, I'll give you my own dinner to-day, an' tomorrow, an' next day for that. See, Mr. Cotter, how the Lord overtakes the guilty at wanst, sometimes. Didn't he strike down Tom Murdock wid lightning, an' he batin' me out a horseback? an I'd never have cum up wid him only for that.
human
What are you laughin' at, Mr. Cotter? Maybe it's what you don't give in to me; but I tell you I seen the flash of lightning take him down ov the horse, as plain as the daylight. Where's Miss Winny?
gpt
Whist, whist, boy, don't be talking that way. Never heed Miss Winny; she's with her father. I would not like her to see this dead man here; don't be talking so loud. Is there any place we could draw him into, until we find out who he is?
human
An' _I'd_ like to show him to Miss Winny, for Bully-dhu's sake. Will I call her?
gpt
If you do, I'll stick you with this, Jamesy,
human
Begorra, an' that's not the way to get me to do anything, I can tell you; for I--