“Be them five crasses, but I’m glad indade to have _coshered_ wid ye, _mabouchal_! An’ when ye come here again, let it not be for a mere _kailyee_, but bring your clothes wid ye, and stop as long as ye plaze! An’, Mike Lawler—bould fellow—you’ll show yourself a _gorsoon-bo_, if ye let that lad slip away from your town at all! Kape him there! Ye greatly nade such stuff as he’s made of to bring the body up to the correct standard! Not to say that ye are a wake Bodymaster, by any manes, fur ye are not, as I give ye credit for doing hapes of good things! But ye can have many more powerful members, now that ye have made the proper commencement! What you do is done nately, an’ if I do say it, you have some few fellows over there capable of doin’ ‘a clane job,’ an’ what ye want is more of ’em! Be the same token, I may tell ye, Mike, that Shenandoah Division is the very first to send in the allowance an’ take away the ‘goods’! Oh, bad ’cess to me, but I’m gone a _shaughran_, an’ come near forgettin’ to remember that ye have paid yer money, but not got yer property! Well, never mind! It’s all owin’ to the poteen! Jest step in the other room—McKenna will excuse us—an’ I’ll instruct ye in the shortest time possible!” “Business is business!” said McKenna. “Certainly I’ll excuse ye!” The succeeding conference between the County Delegate and the Bodymaster was of short duration, and, after parting glass number two, or three—the last one through the thoroughly aroused generosity of Barney—the visitors really bid the host farewell and made their departure. The “goods,” Lawler had learned from Dolan, were given out in Ireland, the transatlantic headquarters of the society, and thence transmitted to this country by a man named Murphy, employed as a steward on one of the Inman line of steamships plying between Liverpool and New York. From the latter city the National officers distributed them to the different divisions in this country. No incident worthy of mention occurred to the two Mollies until they reached the vicinity of Colorado Colliery, where they paused to see Hugh Mulligan, a friend of Lawler’s, who was, and for some time had been, very ill. Knowing they had reached a dangerous locality, as this was the stamping-ground of Dick Flynn, an inveterate enemy, yet they had no apprehension that they would come across him, and indeed were not of the class of men much reckoning upon serious consequences should they prove thus unfortunate.