Judge said that he had weighed the evidence on all sides, with all the deliberation it was possible to give it, and he decided that one of them hadn’t the shadow of a shade of a claim more than the others, so that he found himself facing the greatest puzzle he had ever faced in his life.
“But,” says he, “no puzzle puzzles me long. I’ll very soon decide which of you will get the field. You seem to me to be three pretty lazylooking fellows, and I’ll give the field to whichever of the three of you is the laziest.”
“Well, at that rate,” says Conal, “it’s me gets the field, for I’m the laziest man of the lot.”
“How lazy are you?” says the Judge.
“Well,” said Conal, “if I were lying in the middle of the road, and there was a regiment of troopers come galloping down it, I’d sooner let them ride over me than take the bother of getting up and going to the one side.”
“Well, well,” says the Judge, says he, “you are a lazy man surely, and I doubt if Donal or Taig can be as lazy as that.”
“Oh, faith,” says Donal, “I’m just every bit as lazy.”
“Are you?” says the Judge. “How lazy are you?”
“Well,” said Donal, “if I was sitting right
