There was a mess-mate of mine in the 'Roscommon' who never paid car-hire in his life.

'Head or harp, Paddy!' he would cry.

'Two tenpennies or nothing.' 'Harp, for the honor of ould Ireland!' was the invariable response, and my friend was equally sure to make head come uppermost; and, upon my soul, they seem to know the trick at the Home Office." "That must have been the same fellow that took my father," cried O'Shaughnessy, with energy.
"Let us hear the story, Dennis," said I.
"Yes," said Maurice, "for the benefit of self and fellows, let us hear the stratagem!" "The way of it was this," resumed O'Shaughnessy.

"My father, who for reasons registered in the King's Bench spent a great many years of his life in that part of Ireland geographically known as lying west of the law, was obliged, for certain reasons of family, to come up to Dublin.

This he proceeded to do with due caution.