Fair wore out," and she heaved a sigh like an elephant.
That sigh did for old Considine.

Hurriedly he unburdened his mind.
"Well, look'ee here, Peggy--I've got whips of stuff now, and I've got to go to England for it.

You come along o' me again, and we'll knock all this business on the head.

Let the Gordons alone--they're decent young fellows, the both of 'em--and come along o' me to England.

That young English feller reckons we'd be as good as the Prince of Wales, very near.