In the meantime, the following agreeable dialogue greeted his ears and banished for the moment every other thought and consideration.
"It was altogether a bad business this night.

He was as well set as man could be, but hell pursue the pistols, they both missed fire; and thim that did go off hit the wrong men.

The same two--we can't names boys, won't be the betther of it for some time.

We met them, you see, in the mountains, where we wor goin' on a little business.

Here's that we may never ait worse mait than mutton!" "More power, Dick--Dick, (hiccup) you're a trojan, an' so was your father and mother afore you; here's your to--toast, Dick, that we may ever an' always ait no worse mait than--praties an' point, hurra!--that's the chat, ha!--ha!--ha!--ah, begad it's we that's the well-fed boys--ay, but sure our friends the poor parsons has been always starvin' in the counthry." "Always starvin' the counthry!" exclaimed another, playing upon the word, "be my sowl you're right there, Ned.