and a breast that were covered over with a fell of red close hair that
might have been long and strong enough for a badger. He carried in his
hand a short whip, resembling a carrot in shape, and evidently of such
a description as no man that had any regard for his health would wish to
come in contact with, especially from the hand of such a double-jointed
but misshapen Hercules as bore it.

"Ted, how goes it, my man?"

"_Ghe dhe shin dirthu, a dinaousal?_" replied Ted, surveying him with a
stare.

"D--n you!" was about to proceed from Hycy's lips when he perceived
that a very active magistrate, named Jennings, stood within hearing. The
latter passed on, however, and Hycy proceeded:--"I was about to abuse
you, Ted, for coming out with your Irish to me," he said, "until I saw
Jennings, and then I _had_ you."

"Throgs, din, Meeisther Hycy, I don't like the _Bairlha_ (* English
tongue)--'caise I can't sphake her properly, at all, at all. Come you
'out wid the Gailick fwhor me, i' you plaise, Meeisther Hycy."

"D--n your Gaelic!" replied Hycy--"no, I won't--I don't speak it."

"The Laud forget you for that!" replied Ted, with a grin; "my ould
grandmudher might larn it from you--hach, ach, ha!"

"None of your d--d impertinence, Ted. I want to speak to you."

"Fwhat would her be?" asked Ted, with a face in which there might be