Timothy said. He smelled his almost empty glass, then said in a loud whisper,
"The bloody stout is casky. Let's get away out o' this!"
"casky" succeeded in moving Paddy. It also nicked the publican's pride.
After they had gone, the publican, on the pretence of closing the door, looked
after them. He turned and threw a joke to his customers.
They roared with
Paddy and Timothy
were now wandering toward the humpy bridge that led to the country. Timothy was
carrying the battered case. Paddy had his arm around his companion's shoulder.
The raw air was testing the big man's sobriety.
hasty!" Timothy was advising. "First of all we'll pass out the cottage
an' go on to my house. You'll sleep with me tonight. Remember Paddy, that I
wrote that letter out o' pure friendship."
Paddy lifted his
cap and let the rain strike his forehead. "I'll walk the gallows high for
her!" he said.
collected, that's my advice."
two hands are on her throat, you'll hear her squealin' in the eastern
hasty, Paddy, nothin' hasty at all!"
Paddy pinned his
friend against the parapet of the railway bridge. "Is six years hasty?"