He was dragged out of the tub, amidst a shower of curses from O'Grady; but the moment Andy recovered the few senses he had, and saw Furlong, regardless of the anathemas of the Squire, he shouted out, "There he is!--there he is!" and rushing towards him, exclaimed, "Now, did I dhrowned you, sir,--did I? Sure, I never murdhered you!" 'T was as much as could be done to keep O'Grady's hands off Andy, for smashing the conservatory, when Furlong's presence made him no longer liable to imprisonment. "Maybe he has a vote," said Furlong, anxious to display how much he was on the _qui vive_ in election matters. "_Have_ you a vote, you rascal?" "You may sarche me if you like, your honour," said Andy, who thought a vote was some sort of property he was suspected of stealing. "You are either the biggest rogue or the biggest fool I ever met," said O'Grady. "Which are you now?" "Whichever your honour plazes," said Andy. "If I forgive you, will you stand by me at the election?" "I'll stand anywhere your honour bids me," said Andy humbly. "That's a thorough-going rogue, I'm inclined to think," said O'Grady, aside to Furlong. "He looks more like a fool in my appwehension," was the reply. "Oh, these fellows conceal the deepest roguery sometimes under an assumed simplicity. You don't understand the Irish." "Und'stand!" exclaimed Furlong; "I pwonounce the whole countwy quite incompwhensible!" "Well!" growled O'Grady to Andy, after a moment's consideration, "go down to the kitchen, you house-breaking vagabond, and get your supper!"