Soon after Paul asked:
"Andy, how far is it yet to Skibbereen?"
"About fure miles, ye're honor, and Oi wish it was only fure feet," In,
added in an audible undertone.
Shortly after the houses on the outskirts of Skibbereen began to appear
and Andy brightened up wonderfully and became quite communicative. He
informed Paul that a friend of his had a hotel there and that it was a
good one and that he would drive straight to it.
"Con Sullivan kapes the foinest hotel that mon er beast iver shtoped
at," he concluded.
There were few on the streets as they drove up to the hotel. Paul
dismounted and taking his suit into the hotel, asked for a private room.
He then inquired of the landlord where the telegraph office was and
started for it. He wrote a telegram, one to the captain of the Queen and
one to the English office of the "New York Herald," Fleet Street,
London. The lady operator scanned over the dispatch to London, then
closely scrutinized Paul. Seeing her hesitation about accepting the
telegram, Paul demanded to know what was the cause of it. "Excuse me,
sir," said she, "but we have to be very careful about the nature of the
telegrams we send out from here. I must first call the superintendent,
before I can accept this.
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