" Not an Irish name, " the captain snapped sharply. " O'Toole or McCarthy would suit your mug a damn sight better. Unless, very likely, there's an Irishman in your mother's woodpile" .
They heard a yell and a scramble and a shout: " Call off your dog! Call off your dog" ! Mr. Edwards was on top of the woodpile, and Jack was climbing up after him.