You, too, are fighting the tyrant." "Hooray, me boy!" shouted Tim, "an' it's the thrue word ye've shpoke, an' niver a lie in the skin av it.

Oireland foriver! Be the howly St.Patrick an' all the saints, I am wid ye an' agin ivery government that's iver robbed an honest man.

Go on, me boy, tell us yer tale." Timothy was undoubtedly excited.

The traditions of a hundred years of fierce rebellion against the oppression of the "bloody tyrant" were beating at his brain and in his heart.

The Russian caught fire from him and launched forth upon his tale.