Only an Irish Boy; Or, Andy Burke's Fortunes. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ and now there was one at his absolute disposal. It made him feel a sense of his importance to feel that, upon him, young as he was, devolved the duty of defending the house and its occupants from burglary.

      "And why not? Shure, I'm 'most a man," reflected Andy. "I can shoot off a gun as well as anybody. I wonder will robbers come to-night!" thought Andy.

      He rather wished they would, so that he might have an excuse for firing the gun. However, of this there seemed very little chance, for had not Miss Priscilla said that it had been loaded for more than a year, and during all that time John had never had occasion to use it? This seemed rather discouraging.

      "I wonder would they let me go out gunning with it?" thought Andy.

      Somehow or other, he could not get his mind off the gun, and, after a lapse of an hour, he was as wide awake as ever.

      Meanwhile, Priscilla and Sophia were both asleep, not being interested in the gun.

      Finally it occurred to Andy that he would get up and look at the gun. He wanted to make sure that he understood how to fire it. It was important that he should do so, he reasoned to himself, for might not a burglar come that very night? Then, suppose he was unable to fire the gun, and in consequence of his ignorance, both he and the two ladies should be murdered in their beds. Of course, this was not to be thought of, so Andy got out of bed, and, finding a match, lit the candle and put it on the bureau, or chest of drawers, as they called it in the country.

      Then he stepped softly to the closet and took out the gun.

      "Murder! how heavy it is!" thought Andy. "I didn't think it was half as heavy. There must be a pound of bullets inside. Now," he said to himself, "suppose a big thafe was to poke his dirty head in at the winder and say, 'Give me all your money, or I'll break your head'—I'd put up with the gun and point at him this way."

      Here Andy brought the gun into position with some difficulty and put his finger near the trigger.

      "And I'd say," continued Andy, rehearsing his part, "'Jump down, you thafe, or I'll put a bullet through your head.'"

      At that unlucky moment his finger accidentally pulled the trigger, and instantly there was a tremendous report, the noise being increased by the shattering of the window panes by the bullet.

      Probably the charge was too heavy, for the gun "kicked," and Andy, to his astonishment, found himself lying flat on his back on the floor, with the gun lying beside him.

      "Oh, murder!" ejaculated the bewildered boy, "is it dead I am? Shure, the divil's in the gun. What will the ould wimmen say? They'll think it's bloody burglars gettin' into the house. Shure, I'll slip on my pants, for they'll be coming to see what's happened."

      He picked himself up, and slipped on his pants. He had scarcely got them on when the trembling voice of Miss Priscilla was heard at the door.

      CHAPTER IX WHAT FOLLOWED

      The report of the gun, as may be supposed, had aroused both the ladies from their sleep.

      "Did you hear it?" ejaculated Miss Priscilla, clutching her sister by the arm.

      "Just so," muttered Sophia, in bewilderment. "It's the gun."

      "Burglars!" exclaimed Sophia, in alarm.

      "I am afraid so. What shall we do?"

      "Run away," suggested Sophia.

      "No, we must not leave the boy to be murdered."

      "Perhaps he has shot them?" said Sophia, with a gleam of hope.

      "At any rate, it is our duty to go and see what has happened."

      "I'm afraid," whimpered Sophia, covering up her head.

      "Then you can stay here," said the more courageous Priscilla. "I will go."

      "And leave me alone?"

      "I must."

      "I'll go too, then," said Sophia, her teeth chattering with fear.

      So they crept out of bed, and throwing shawls over their shoulders, advanced into the entry, trembling with excitement and fear.

      "If we should find Andy weltering in his gore?" suggested Priscilla.

      "Don't say such horrid things, or I shall scream," said her sister.

      Then came the tremulous knock mentioned at the close of the last chapter.

      Andy opened the door in person, and met the gaze of the two Miss Grants, Sophia almost ready to drop with fright.

      "Do you see any gore, Priscilla?" she asked, tremulously.

      "Are you hurt, Andrew?" asked the elder sister.

      "No, ma'am."

      "Did you fire the gun?"

      "Yes, ma'am."

      "What made you? Did any burglars try to get in?"

      "Not exactly, ma'am," said Andy; "but I thought there might be some."

      "Did you see any?"

      "Not exactly," said Andy, a little embarrassed; "but I heard a noise."

      "Just so," said Sophia.

      "Why didn't you wait till they appeared at the window, Andrew?"

      "Because, ma'am, they would fire at me first. I wanted to scare 'em away."

      "Perhaps you were right. You don't see any traces of them outside, do you?"

      "You can look for yourself, ma'am."

      The two ladies went to the window, which as already explained, had suffered from the discharge, and peered out timidly, but, of course, saw no burglars.

      "Are you sure there were any burglars, Andrew?" asked Priscilla.

      "No, ma'am, I couldn't swear to it."

      "Well, no harm has been done."

      "Except breakin' the winder, ma'am."

      "Never mind; we will have that mended to-morrow."

      "Were you afraid, Andrew?" asked Miss Sophia.

      "Not a bit," answered Andy, valiantly. "I ain't afraid of burglars, as long as I have a gun. I'm a match for 'em."

      "How brave he is!" exclaimed the timid lady. "We might have been killed in our beds. I'm glad we hired him, Priscilla."

      "As there is nothing more to do, we had better go to bed."

      "Just so."

      "That's a bully way to get out of a scrape," said Andy to himself, as the ladies filed out of his chamber. "I expected they'd scold me. Plague take the old gun—it kicks as bad as a mule. Oh, Andy, you're a lucky boy to get off so well."

      The next day Andy obtained permission to take out the gun in the afternoon when his chores were done.

      "I want to get used to it, ma'am," he СКАЧАТЬ