answered, stopping.
They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter’s.
Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
―What’s the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
―Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I’m barricaded up, Simon, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.
―Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
―O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
―With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
―The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I’m just waiting for Ben Dollard. He’s going to say a word to Long John to get him to take those two men off.