"Is that all?
Why, you are a miserable set: you should have beaten every darky out of the district by this time." "They're not so aisily bate out--they fight like sevin divils.

One o' 'em, night before last, split Mikey Dolan's head clane open, and it's a small chance of his life he's got to comfort himself wid." "Chances of war--chances of war!" rejoined Mr.Stevens,--"mere trifles when you get used to 'em: you mustn't let that stop you--you have a great deal yet to do.

What you have already accomplished is a very small matter compared with what is expected, and what I intend you to do: your work has only just begun, man." "Jist begun!" replied the astonished McCloskey; "haven't we bin raising the very divil every night for the last week--running a near chance of being kilt all the time--and all for nothing! It's gettin' tiresome; one don't like to be fighting the nagurs all the time for the mere fun of the thing--it don't pay, for divil a cent have I got for all my trouble; and ye said ye would pay well, ye remimber." "So I shall," said Mr.Stevens, "when you do something worth paying for--the quarter is not accomplished yet.

I want the place made so hot down there that the niggers can't stay.

Go a-head, don't give them any rest--I'll protect you from the consequences, whatever they be: I've great things in store for you," continued he, moving nearer and speaking in a confidential tone; "how should you like to return to Ireland a moneyed man ?" "I should like it well enough, to be sure; but where's the money to come from, squire ?" "Oh, there's money enough to be had if you have the courage to earn it." "I'm willin' enough to earn an honest penny, but I don't like risking me neck for it, squire.