stop your chee, chee, cheein' for you, you chatterin'
spalpeen of a devil, you'. So he ups with the rifle agin,
takes a fair aim at him, shuts both eyes, turns his head
round, and fires; and "Bull-Dog," findin' he didn't know
how to hold her tight to the shoulder, got mad, and kicked
him head over heels, on the broad of his back. Pat got
up, a makin' awful wry faces, and began to limp, to show
how lame his shoulder was, and to rub his arm, to see if
he had one left, and the squirrel ran about the tree
hoppin' mad, hollerin' out as loud as it could scream,
chee, chee, chee.

"'Oh bad luck to you,' sais Pat, 'if you had a been at
t'other eend of the gun,' and he rubbed his shoulder
agin, and cried like a baby, 'you wouldn't have said
chee, chee, chee, that way, I know.'

"Now when your gun, Squire, was a knockin' over Blue-nose,
and makin' a proper fool of him, and a knockin' over
Jonathan, and a spilin' of his bran-new clothes, the
English sung out chee, chee, chee, till all was blue
agin. You had an excellent gun entirely then: let's see
if they will sing out chee, chee, chee, now, when we take
a shot at _them_. Do you take?" and he laid his thumb on
his nose, as if perfectly satisfied with the application
of his story. "Do you take, Squire? you have an excellent
gun entirely, as Pat says. It's what I call puttin' the
leake into 'em properly. If you had a written this book
fust, the English would have said your gun was no good;
it wouldn't have been like the rifles they had seen.