As he advanced, the repeated flashes made them distinctly visible to each other.
"I say," shouted the horseman at the top of his lungs, "can you direct me to any kind of a habitation, where I may take shelter ?" "Speak louder," shouted Tom; "I can't hear you for the wind." The other, in a voice still more elevated, repeated the question, "I want to get under the roof of some human habitation, if there be one left standing.

I feel that I have gone astray, and this is no night to be out in." "Faith, sir," again shouted Tom, "it's pure gospel you're spakin', at any rate.

A habitation! Why, upon my credibility, they'd not deserve a habitation that 'ud refuse to open the door for a dog on such a night as this, much less to a human creature with a sowl to be saved.

A habitation! Well, I think I can, and one where you'll be well treated.

I suppose, sir, you're a gentleman ?" "Speak out," shouted the traveller in his turn; "I can't hear you." Tom shaded his mouth with his hand, and shouted again, "I suppose, sir, you're a gentleman ?" "Why, I suppose I am," replied the stranger, rather haughtily.
"Becaise," shouted Tom, "devil a traneen it 'ud signify to them I'm bringing you to whether you are or not.