Tell me, Ned, what's the campaign fer the evenin' ?" "Well," said Franklin, "I thought I'd step over and sit awhile with Curly this evening.

He may be feeling a little lonesome." "Quite right ye are, me boy," said Battersleigh cheerfully.

"Quite right.

An' if ye don't mind I'll just jine ye.

It's lonesome I am meself the night." Battersleigh busied himself about his room, and soon appeared arrayed, as was Franklin himself, with a revolver at his belt.
"Shure, Ned, me boy," he said, "an officer an' a gintleman should nivver appear abroad without his side arms.