There's one in there"-- he nodded towards the Castle--"that owes me money at cards.

He should open his pockets to me, and see me safe on a ship for Australia; but I've had my fill of every one in Ireland.

There's nothing here for me but shame.

Well, back I'll go to the Hen and Chickens, to find a good dinner there." He turned and went back slowly along the streets by which he had come, looking not to right nor left, thinking only of where he should go and what he should do outside of Ireland.
At the door of the inn he sniffed the dinner Michael had ordered.
"Man alive!" he said as he entered the place and saw the two men with their hands against the bright fire.

"There's only one way to live, and that's the way I'm going to try." "Well, you'll not try it alone, sir, if you please," said Michael.