"The Ring is--ahem! a combination of unprincipled but wealthy persons to
defeat the ends of justice."

"And sure, fwhot's the Ring to do wid me grant as that thaving Mexican
gave me as the collatherals for the bourd he was owin' me? Eh, mind that
now!"

"The Ring, my dear sir, is the other side. It is--ahem! always the Other
Side."

"And why the divel haven't we a Ring too? And ain't I payin' ye five
hundred dollars,--and the divel of Ring ye have, at all, at all? Fwhot
am I payin' ye fur, eh?"

"That a judicious expenditure of money," began Mr. Wood, "outside of
actual disbursements, may not be of infinite service to you I am not
prepared to deny,--but--"

"Look ye, Mr. Sappy Wood, it's the 'appale' I want, and the grant I'll
have, more betoken as the old woman's har-rut and me own is set on it
entoirely. Get me the land and I'll give ye the half of it,--and it's a
bargain!"

"But my dear sir, there are some rules in our profession,--technical
though they may be--"

"The divel fly away wid yer profession. Sure is it better nor me own?
If I've risked me provisions and me whisky, that cost me solid goold in
Frisco, on that thafe Garcia's claim, bedad! the loikes of ye can risk
yer law."