The Red Warder Of The Reef by John Arthur Barry

-"Och, be jabers, me poor man, an' is ut so bad agin, thin? Ay, shure, I see the brute's there all roight. Bedad, an' the suner his neck's stretched the suner we'll be at pace agin. Now aff wid ye, an' git the rotten thing out."

Thus Relief-Constable Sullivan to the man with his swathed face in No. 4 corridor who, peaked cap drawn over his brows, and handkerchief to his mouth, seemed able to do nothing but shake his head and groan, whilst pointing to the cell in token that all was well with his charge.