"Do you think your father will let me make some investigations here, if I get Mr. Moriarty's permission also?"
"Throth, an' he will, surr—wid all the plisure in life—iv coorse," he added, with native shrewdness, "if there's no harrum done to his land—or, if there's harrum done, it's ped for."
"All right, Andy," said I; "I'll be answerable for that part of it."
We went straight away with Andy to see the elder Sullivan. We found him in his cabin at the foot of the hill—a hale old man of nearly eighty, with all his senses untouched, and he was all that could be agreeable. I told him who I was, and that I could afford to reimburse him if any damage should be done. Dick explained to him that, so far from doing harm, what he would do would probably prevent the spreading of the bog, and would in such case much enhance the value of his holding, and in addition give him the use of a spring on his land. Accordingly we went back to make further investigations. Dick had out his note-book in an instant, and took accurate note of everything; he measured and probed the earth, tapped the rocks with the little geological hammer which he always carried, and finally set himself down to make an accurate map of the locality, I acting as his assistant in the measurements. Andy left us for a while, but presently appeared, hot and flushed. As he approached, Dick observed:—
"Andy has been drinking the health of all his relatives.
