As the hero was ushered in, it was easy to observe that the people had been filling him as well as pumping him.
"Here are your six shillings, I believe that is what you asked me." "That's roight, sur," said Andy as he reached his hand, "that's fur meself, but how about me mare ?" "What have I got to do with your mare ?" "Shure, sur, ye don't want the poor baste to starve to death." "Certainly not, she is yours and you ought to feed her." "But, sur, Oi niver had a traveller yet as didn't pay fur the mare's eatin' an' drinkin' as well as moine." Paul was amused at this new rule, but was informed by Mr.Jolly that such was the custom in that part of Ireland.
"Well, Andy," said he, "how much do you think it will take to keep your mare from starving until you get back to Baltimore?
Here's your two shillings more." Andy accepted the two shillings with evident satisfaction on behalf of the mare.
"That's the eight shillin' ye gave me fur the mare an' meself, an' Oi think yure honor ought to give me two more in consequince av the fright ye gave me.

Shure it'll be a long day befure Oi git over it! Whin Oi turned an' saw that ingia rubber thing over ye Oi thought it was the very divil himself." Paul laughed and handed him over the other two shillings, with: "Now, that's all you get." "Well, good luck an' may the--" here his flow of blessings were cut off by Mr.Jolly who threw him out of the room.
When the stage coach drove up to the door almost the entire population of Skibbereen was out.

Lusty cheers were given for Paul as he mounted the outside of the coach, in answer to which he fastened the American flag to his paddle and waved it to the cheering populace as he drove out of town.

On reaching Dunmanway, Paul entered the train and started for Cork..