At the time of doing so, no doubt his figure was enveloped in the shadow, but since then the moon had climbed so high in the sky that its rays fell upon his entire person, and the instant the two chanced to glance in that direction, they saw him with startling distinctness.
"Begorrah! if that does n't bate the mischief!" exclaimed Mickey, impatiently, as he looked at his unconscious friend.

"I thought he was the gintleman that had traveled, and knew all about these copper-colored spalpeens.

S'pose we' all done the same, Lone Wolf and his Apaches would have had all our skulp-locks hanging at their goordles by this time.

I say, Thompson, ain't you ashamed of yourself to be wastin' your time in this fashion ?" As he spoke, he stooped down, and seizing the arm of the man, shook it quite hard several times, but without waking him.
"Begorrah, but he acts as if he had n't a week of sleep since he had emigrated to the West.

I say, Thompson, me ould boy, can't ye arouse up and bid us good night ?" While Mickey was speaking in this jocose manner, he had again seized the man, but this time by the shoulder.