I kape me raysons to meself.

It is sufficient.
But take this to heart, an' take it well: should ye be mad enough to make her yer wife, iv that damned day ye'll niver see the inding, nor lay eye upon the bridal bed.

Why, man, I cud bate ye to death with me two fists if need be.

But it's to be hoped I'll do a nater job.
Rest aisy.

I promise ye." "You Irish pig!" So the devil burst forth, and all unaware, for McCarthy found himself eye-high with the muzzle of a Colt's revolver.
"Is it loaded ?" he asked.