"Begob!--then 'tis yerself has the luck. Wait till I tell you a
minute. I'm afther wishin' be all the Blessed Saints I was twinty
year younger, 'tis meself would be the first afther them German
Daygoes--I would so, the dirthy, desthroyin' blagyards! Tell me now,
Captain dear, did you ever kill wan of them at all?"
He hung on my answer to such an extent that the white billy tore a
tatter from his canvas coat and ate it unrebuked.