"Sure, if they intinded doing that same, they would have been off at once," he answered.  "They have some raison for what they think of doing, and we have another for what we will do; so come along, Masther Roger.  There's only one thing I mourn for, and that is me fiddle; but no matther; maybe I will be afther getting that another time. Whallop-ahoo-aboo!  Erin go bragh!"  Then digging his heels into his horse's flanks, he set off in the direction he proposed; and I, seeing that the Indians were too much occupied to notice us, galloped after him.