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Chapter 15
Nosooner,however,hadwecrossedthebackofahill,andgotoutofsightofthehousewindows,thanhetoldmeTorosaylayrightinfront,andthatahill-top(whichhepointedout)wasmybestlandmark.
“Icareverylittleforthat,”saidI,“sinceyouaregoingwithme.”
TheimpudentcheatansweredmeintheGaelicthathehadnoEnglish.
“Myfinefellow,”Isaid,“IknowverywellyourEnglishcomesandgoes.Tellmewhatwillbringitback?Isitmoremoneyyouwish?”
“Fiveshillingsmair,”saidhe,“andhersel’willbringyethere.”
Ireflectedawhileandthenofferedhimtwo,whichheacceptedgreedily,andinsistedonhavinginhishandsatonce“forluck,”ashesaid,butIthinkitwasratherformymisfortune.
Thetwoshillingscarriedhimnotquiteasmanymiles;attheendofwhichdistance,hesatdownuponthewaysideandtookoffhisbroguesfromhisfeet,likeamanabouttorest.
Iwasnowred-hot.“Ha!”saidI,“haveyounomoreEnglish?”
Hesaidimpudently,“No.”
AtthatIboiledover,andliftedmyhandtostrikehim;andhe,drawingaknifefromhisrags,squattedbackandgrinnedatmelikeawildcat.Atthat,forgettingeverythingbutmyanger,Iraninuponhim,putasidehisknifewithmyleft,andstruckhiminthemouthwiththeright.Iwasastrongladandveryangry,andhebutalittleman;andhewentdownbeforemeheavily.Bygoodluck,hisknifeflewoutofhishandashefell.
