Paul requested that this man be sent for. Soon
afterward he appeared pushing his way through the villagers. He was a
strange looking man. The coast guard introduced him:
"Here is Andy," said he.
The latter acknowledged the introduction, by pulling his head forward
with a lock of hair and exclaiming, as he eyed Paul curiously:
"Did ye railly swim from New Yark'"
Paul laughed, saying: "I hear you have a horse and I am anxious to get
over to Skibbereen and send off a telegram. I would like to have you
take me over there."
"It's no harse Oi have," he solemnly responded, "but Oi've wan av the
finest mares in the south av Ireland an Oi'll drive ye over for six
shillin'. 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.
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