read such a compound of cunning, vacuity, and ferocity as could rarely
be witnessed in the same countenance.

"Can you come down to me to-night?"

"No; I'll be busy."

"Where are you at work now?"

"In Glendearg, above."

"Well, then, if you can't come to me, I must only go to you. Will you be
there tonight? I wish to speak to you on very particular business."

"Shiss; you _will_, dhin, wanst more?" asked the other, significantly.

"I think so."

"Shiss--ay--vary good. Fwen will she come?"

"About eleven or twelve; so don't be from about the place anywhere."

"Shiss---dhin--vary good. Is dhat all?"

"That's all now. Are your turf _dry_ or _wet_* to-day?"

* One method of selling Poteen is by bringing in kishes of
turf to the neighboring markets, when those who are up to
the secret purchase the turf, or pretend to do so; and while
in the act of discharging the load, the Keg of Poteen is