"Whether or not they understood me, I could not for the life of me tell; but, sure enough, down they all squatted.  And I began to recount to them how Daniel O'Rourke one night, returning from waking Widow Casey at Ballybotherem, and having taken a drop more than usual of the `crayther,' saw the fairies come dancing round him; and I went on to describe what Daniel said, and what the fairies did.  `And now,' says I, `just sit quiet where you are till I come back and finish me story.' And on this, giving another whoop, and a hop, skip, and a jump, I was making me way back to the river, when up sprang the Ridskins and came bounding afther me.  `Sure, thin,' says I, stopping short, and beginning to scrape away as before on me fiddle, `you don't understand me.'  And, by me faith, indade they did not; for without more ado they got round me, and suspecting that I had been bamboozling them, began to prick me with their spears behind, as a gentle hint that I was to march forward.