Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 7 Page 53

New York World, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat. Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and the rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?

Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that cabman’s shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me. You know Holohan?

Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.

And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for the corporation.

A night watchman.

Stephen turned in surprise.

Gumley? he said. You don’t say so? A friend of my father’s, is it?