He waited for above half an hour, and at last left, when he found it impossible to get common justice for his master, which he thought he deserved as well as another man; for, under this impression, Andy determined to give no more than the fourpence. The squire, in the meantime, was getting impatient for his return, and when Andy made his appearance, asked if there was a letter for him. "There is, sir," said Andy. "Then give it to me." "I haven't it, sir." "What do you mean?" "He wouldn't give it to me, sir." "Who wouldn't give it to you?" ANDY IS SENT BACK TO THE POST-OFFICE BY HIS ANGRY MASTER "That owld chate beyant in the town--wanting to charge double for it." "Maybe it's a double letter. Why didn't you pay what he asked, sir?" "Arrah, sir, why would I let you be chated? It's not a double letther at all; not above half the size o' one Mr. Durfy got before my face for fourpence." "You'll provoke me to break your neck some day, you vagabond! Ride back for your life, and pay whatever he asks, and get me the letter." "Why, sir, I tell you he was sellin' them before my face for fourpence apiece." "Go back, you scoundrel, or I'll horsewhip you; and if you're longer than an hour, I'll have you ducked in the horsepond!" Andy vanished, and made a second visit to the post-office. When he arrived two other persons were getting letters, and the postmaster was selecting the epistles for each from a large parcel that lay before him on the counter. At the same time many shop customers were waiting to be served. "I've come for that letther," said Andy. "I'll attend to you by and by." "The masther's in a hurry." "Let him wait till his hurry's over." "He'll murther me if I'm not back soon." "I'm glad to hear it." CALLED A "THIEF" IN JEST, ANDY DOES A LITTLE THIEVING IN EARNEST While the postmaster went on with such provoking answers to these appeals for despatch, Andy's eye caught the heap of letters which lay on the counter. So, while certain weighing of soap and tobacco was going forward, he contrived to become possessed of two letters from the heap, and, having effected that, waited patiently enough until it was the great man's pleasure to give him the missive directed to his master. Then did Andy bestride his hack, and, in triumph at his trick on the postmaster, rattled along the road homeward as fast as the beast could carry him. He came into the squire's presence; his face beaming with delight, and an air of self-satisfied superiority in his manner, quite unaccountable to his master, until he pulled forth his hand, which had been grubbing up his prizes from the bottom of his pocket, and, holding three letters over his head while he said: "Look at that!" he next slapped them down under his broad fist on the table before the squire, saying: "Well, if he did make me pay elevenpence, I brought your honor the worth o' your money, anyhow."