It's der conshtable comin' alreatty.

I bet you be pinched." "I bet I don't," Irish retorted, and made for the one window, which looked toward the hills.

"Feed 'em some breakfast, Patsy.

And you drive in and tend to that fencing right away, like I told you." He threw one long leg over the window sill, bent his lean body to pass through the square opening, and drew the other leg outside.

He startled his horse, which had walked around there out of the wind, but he caught the bridle-reins and led him a few steps farther where he would be out of the direct view from the window.