"Poor Bryan," said he, "it's nearly all over wid you, at any rate.

To America, Bryan," he repeated, in a loud voice.
"Ay, to America.

Well, the sorra foot ever I'll go to America--that one thing I can tell them.

I'm goin' in.

Oh! never mind," he exclaimed, on Gormley offering him assistance, "I'm stout enough still; stout an' active still; as soople as a two-year ould, thank God.