"Wut's the use o' grapplin' two cut-throats, when"-- "Madjor Shaughnessy!" cried M.D'Hemecourt, losing all self-control.
"H-I am nod a cud-troad, Madjor Shaughnessy, h-an I 'ave a r-r-righd to wadge you." The Major rose from his chair.
"What d'ye mean ?" he asked vacantly, and then: "Look-ut here, Munsher D'Himecourt, one of uz is crazy.

I say one"-- "No, sar-r-r!" cried the other, rising and clenching his trembling fist.
"H-I am not crezzy.

I 'ave de righd to wadge dad man wad mague rimark aboud me dotter." "I never did no such a thing." "You did." "I never did no such a thing." "Bud you 'ave jus hacknowledge'-- " "I never did no such a _thing_, I tell ye, and the man that's told ye so is a liur!" "Ah-h-h-h!" said the old man, wagging his finger "Ah-h-h-h! You call Manuel Mazaro one liar ?" The Irishman laughed out.
"Well, I should say so!" He motioned the old man into his chair, and both sat down again.
"Why, Munsher D'Himecourt, Mazaro's been keepin' me away from heer with a yarn about two Spaniards watchin' for me.

That's what I came in to ask ye about.

My dear sur, do ye s'pose I wud talk about the goddess--I mean, yer daughter--to the likes o' Mazaro--I say to the likes o' Mazaro ?" To say the old man was at sea would be too feeble an expression--he was in the trough of the sea, with a hurricane of doubts and fears whirling around him.