But there could not be; and it was unjust and cruel and unfair. But a man's country comes first. Low-lived dogs! And they look it! By Christ, they look it! --They behaved rightly, cried Dante. And when he had escaped from them they broke away in all directions, flinging their caps again into the air and whistling as they went spinning up and crying: --Hurroo! And they gave three groans for Baldyhead Dolan and three cheers for Conmee and they said he was the decentest rector that was ever in Clongowes.