"Maybe it isn't enough! I say I bar it, if your fadher was fifty times
as rich!--Rich! Arrah, don't be comin' over us in regard of your riches,
man alive! I'll bring the sthrange boy home this very night, an' it
isn't your father's dirty money that'll prevint me."
"I'd advise you to get a double ditch about your nose," replied Thady,
"before you begin to say anything disrespectful aginst my father.--Don't
think to ballyrag over me. I'll bring the boy, for I have the best right
to him. Didn't I do (* outwit) the masther on his account?"
"A double ditch about my nose?"
"Aye!"
"Are you able to fight me?"
"I'm able to thry it, anyhow, an' willin too."
"Do you say you're able to fight me?"
"I'll bring the boy home whether or not."
"Thady's not your match, Jack Ratigan," said another boy. "Why don't you
challenge your match?"
"If you say a word, I'll half-sole your eye. Let him say whether he's
able to fight me like a man or not. That's the chat."
"Half-sole my eye! Thin here I am, an' why don't you do it. You're
crowin' over a boy that you're bigger than. I'll fight you for Thady.
Now half-sole my eye if you dar! Eh? Here's my eye, now! Arrah, be
the holy man, I'd--Don't we know the white hen's in you. Didn't Barny
Murtagh cow you at the black-pool, on Thursday last, whin we wor
bathin'?"
"Come, Ratigan," said Thady, "peel an' turn out. I say, I am able to
fight you; an' I'll make you ate your words aginst my father, by way of
givin' you your dinner.
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