Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried to drown.....

Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!

Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.

No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself.....

Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:

Reuben J and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and over the wall with him into the Liffey.

For God’s sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?

Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and fished him out by the