He'll not wake out of his sleep for the like of these, so you may just shoot them in a heap at his door, and they'll be safe enough till the morning." My jaw dropped when he proposed this and made ready to lend me a hand.
"Begging your honour's pardon," said I, "I was to spake to Mister Callan about the turnips." "Sure, I can tell him that.

Let the man sleep." "But the horse has been on the road all day," said I.
The watchman pricked his ears.
"All day, and only came from Fahan ?" said he.
Here, to my vast relief, a window opened above me and a head appeared.
"What's the noise about at all, at all ?" called Mr Callan.
"'Deed that's just what I'm asking him," said the watchman.

"And since you're awake, Mr Callan, you may see to it.

To my thinking the noise is not worth the turnips.

So good-night to you." I was never more glad to see a man's back.