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Chapter 15

           Nosooner,however,hadwecrossedthebackofahill,andgotoutofsightofthehousewindows,thanhetoldmeTorosaylayrightinfront,andthatahill-top(whichhepointedout)wasmybestlandmark.

           “Icareverylittleforthat,”saidI,“sinceyouaregoingwithme.”

           TheimpudentcheatansweredmeintheGaelicthathehadnoEnglish.

           “Myfinefellow,”Isaid,“IknowverywellyourEnglishcomesandgoes.Tellmewhatwillbringitback?Isitmoremoneyyouwish?”

           “Fiveshillingsmair,”saidhe,“andhersel’willbringyethere.”

           Ireflectedawhileandthenofferedhimtwo,whichheacceptedgreedily,andinsistedonhavinginhishandsatonce“forluck,”ashesaid,butIthinkitwasratherformymisfortune.

           Thetwoshillingscarriedhimnotquiteasmanymiles;attheendofwhichdistance,hesatdownuponthewaysideandtookoffhisbroguesfromhisfeet,likeamanabouttorest.

           Iwasnowred-hot.“Ha!”saidI,“haveyounomoreEnglish?”

           Hesaidimpudently,“No.”

           AtthatIboiledover,andliftedmyhandtostrikehim;andhe,drawingaknifefromhisrags,squattedbackandgrinnedatmelikeawildcat.Atthat,forgettingeverythingbutmyanger,Iraninuponhim,putasidehisknifewithmyleft,andstruckhiminthemouthwiththeright.Iwasastrongladandveryangry,andhebutalittleman;andhewentdownbeforemeheavily.Bygoodluck,hisknifeflewoutofhishandashefell.

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