“What makes me killing-mad is his wanting us to do what the niggers did thirty years gone. That an' his pig's cheek in saying that other regiments would come along,” said a Kerry man. “That's not so bad as hintin' we should loose off on the colonel.” “Colonel be sugared! I'd as soon as not put a shot through his helmet to see him jump and clutch his old horse's head. But Mulcahy talks o' shootin' our comp'ny orf'cers accidental.” “He said that, did he?” said Horse Egan. “Somethin' like that, anyways. Can't ye fancy ould Barber Brady wid a bullet in his lungs, coughin' like a sick monkey, an' sayin', 'Bhoys, I do not mind your gettin' dhrunk, but you must hould your liquor like men. The man that shot me is dhrunk. I'll suspend investigations for six hours, while I get this bullet cut out, and then--'” “'An' then,” continued Horse Egan, for the peppery Major's peculiarities of speech and manner were as well known as his tanned face; “'an' then, ye dissolute, half-baked, putty-faced scum o' Connemara, if I find a man so much as lookin' confused, begad, I'll coort-martial the whole company. A man that can't get over his liquor in six hours is not fit to belong to the Mavericks!'” A shout of laughter bore witness to the truth of the sketch. “It's pretty to think of,” said the Kerry man slowly. “Mulcahy would have us do all the devilmint, and get clear himself, someways. He wudn't be takin' all this fool's throuble in shpoilin' the reputation of the regimint--” “Reputation of your grandmother's pig!” said Dan. “Well, an' he had a good reputation tu; so it's all right. Mulcahy must see his way to clear out behind him, or he'd not ha' come so far, talkin' powers of darkness.” “Did you hear anything of a regimental coortmartial among the Black Boneens, these days? Half a company of 'em took one of the new draft an' hanged him by his arms with a tent-rope from a third-story verandah. They gave no reason for so doin', but he was half dead. I'm thinking that the Boneens are short-sighted. It was a friend of Mulcahy's, or a man in the same trade. They'd a deal better ha' taken his beer,” returned Dan reflectively. “Better still ha' handed him up to the Colonel,” said Horse Egan, “onless--but sure the news wud be all over the counthry an' give the reg'ment a bad name.” “An' there'd be no reward for that man--he but went about talkin',” said the Kerry man artlessly. “You speak by your breed,” said Dan, with a laugh. “There was never a Kerry man yet that wudn't sell his brother for a pipe o' tobacco an' a pat on the back from a p'liceman.” “Praise God I'm not a bloomin' Orangeman,” was the answer. “No, nor never will be,” said Dan. “They breed men in Ulster. Would you like to thry the taste of one?”