s in ye."

"No, no, of course not, Dinny," said his master, "and it is unfeeling to
laugh. But are you hurt anywhere?"

"Shure, sor, I'm telling ye that I'm hurt all over me, ivery-where."

"But the rhinoceros--"

"The which, sor? Sure, I didn't know that any part of me was called a
rhinoceros."

"No, no, I mean the animal that charged you."

"An' that's a rhinoceros is it, sor? Shure, I thought it was a big
African pig wid a horn in his nose."

"Yes, that's a rhinoceros, Dinny. Come, did it hurt you when it charged
you?"

"Shure, I'd like to charge it the price of me best shirt, I would,"
grumbled Dinny, rubbing himself softly. "No, he didn't hurt me much; he
lifted me up too tinderly wid his shnout; but that was his artfulness,
the baste; he knew what the crukked thorns would do."

"Then you have no bones broken, Dinny?" said Dick.

"An is it a pig I'd let break me bones?" cried Dinny, indignantly. "A
great ugly baste! I'd like to have the killing of him any day in the
week. Just look at me fire flying all over the place. Shure, I'll be
very glad when we get home again;" and he went grumbling away.

The damage to the waggon was not serious. The horn of the great beast
had gone right through the plank of the forepart, where the chest
generally stood on which the driver sat, and that could easily be
repaired; while they were carpenters enough to splice the broken
dissel-boom, or if needs be, cut down a suitable tree and make another;
so that altogether there was nothing much to bemoan. A good deal of
laughter followed, Dick and Jack being unable to contain their mirth, as
they thought of Dinny's discomfiture.

"Oh, yis; it's all very foine, Masther Jack; but if you'd been sent
flying like I was then, it isn't much ye'd have laughed."

"No, I suppose not, Dinny," said the lad frankly; "but never mind about
the thorns."

"Shure, it isn't the holes in me shkin," said Dinny; "they'll grow
again. I was thinking about me shirt."

"I'll ask father to give you one of his, Dinny," said Dick.

"One o' thim flannel ones wid blue sthripes?" said Dinny eagerly.

"Yes, one of those if you like, Dinny."

"Whoop! good luck to the big pig and his horn on his nose," cried Dinny.
"He's welkim to me owld shirt; for it was that tindher that I had to
put on me kid gloves to wash it, for fear it should come to pieces,
Masther Dick. But, Masther Dick, asthore, d'ye think the big baste will
come back and thre