But did ye railly swim from New Yark?
Shure it's not natural." Paul urged him to get his animal as quickly as possible and the driver rushed through the door only to be surrounded by a group of wild looking villagers, who questioned him both in Irish and English.

Soon after Andy re-appeared coming down the village street driving a sorry looking nag.

As he approached the tavern and saw Paul and the guard at the door, he shouted loudly to the crowd to separate, as though wishing to show Paul the blood in his favorite mare.

He punched her with a little stick from which the sharp point of a nail protruded and by a dexterous movement dodged the flying hind feet that were aimed at his head.
"Phat de ye think o' that, sur?
There's blood fur ye." A murmur of admiration stirred the crowd.
"But where is your cart?
Hurry up and get her hitched," urged Paul.
Soon after Andy drove up to the door of the coast guard station with his jaunting car.

The mare was hitched to the car with a curious combination of harness composed of twisted hay, rope, cords and leather.
As nearly every one knows, a jaunting car is a two-wheeled affair.
Over each wheel runs a seat, fore and aft, and in the centre is a little receptacle for small baggage, called the well.