Are you all charged, gentlemen ?" "All charged, sergeant, with loyalty and poteen at any rate; hang the Pope." "Shoulder arms--well done.

Present arms.

Where is--is--this rascal?
Oh, yes, here he is.

Well, you are there--are you ?" "I'm here, captain." "Well blow me, that's not--not--bad, my good fellow; if I'm not a captain, worse men have been so (hiccough); that's what I say." "Hadn't we better make a prisoner of him at once, and bring him to Sir Robert's ?" observed another.
"Simpson, hold--old--your tongue, I say.

Curse me if I'll suffer any man to in--intherfere with me in the discharge of my duty." "How do we know," said another, "but I he's a Rapparee in disguise ?--for that matter, he may be Reilly himself." "Captain and gentlemen," said Fergus, "if you have any suspicion of me, I'm willin' to go anywhere you like; and, above all things, I'd like to go to Sir Robert's, bekaise they know me there--many a good bit and sup I got in his kitchen." "Ho, ho!" exclaimed the sergeant; "now I have you--now I know whether you can tell truth or not.