devil slipped off Macgillicuddy Reeks into the pond beneath when Saint Patrick had sent the holy words after him.
"Paddy," said I, "are you hurted? Where is it you 're sore?"
"Is it sore?" he groaned. "Except the soles of my feet, which they could n't hit with me kickin' them, there is n't an inch of me that does n't think it 's worse hurted than the rest."
"It 's sorry I am to hear that," I replied, quite truthfully, "and you, Jem, how did you come off?"
"Well, I gave a better account of myself than Paddy here, for I made most of them keep their distance from me; but him they got on the turf before you could say Watch me eye, and the whole boiling of them was on top of him in the twinkling of the same."
"The whole boiling of them?" said I, as if I knew nothing of the occurrence, "then there was more than Strammers to receive you?"
"More!" shouted Jem Bottles, "there was forty if there was one."
Paddy groaned again at the remembrance, and moaned out:
"The whole population of London was there, and half of it on top of me before I could wink. I thought they would strip the clothes off me, and they nearly did it."
"And have you been here alone ever since? Have you had nothing to eat or drink since you got back?"
"Oh," said Jem, "we had too much attention in the morning, and too little as the day went on. We were expecting you home, and so took the liberty of coming up here and waiting for you, thinking you
