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And again lie repeated, 



''It's an unhealthy trade!" 



Bull ought to know what an unhealthy trade 

 was, for he had been engaged in little else all his 

 life. Poacher and pot-hunter by profession, he 

 was even better known in the region as a moon- 

 shiner, or maker of bad whisky in defiance of the 

 law. 



Revenue men had been after Bull Adam many 

 and many a time, but he had never been caught. 

 The old man had no confederates, asked no one's 

 help and could keep his tongue between his teeth 

 in any and all circumstances. Would-be inform- 

 ers, who had a grudge against him, several times 

 had tried to make him drunk with his own whisky, 

 but they could not make him talk. An incautious 

 spy had been dropped with a bullet in his knee. 



Even Shan, with all his knowledge of the coun- 

 tryside and his close acquaintance with his uncle's 

 ways, had not the slightest idea where the moon- 

 shine still might be located. He could truthfully 

 say that he had never seen a drop of whisky in the 

 cabin and he had far too much fear of his uncle 's 

 anger to go spying on him. 



Between the old pot-hunter and the lad there 

 was a genuine affection. Bull had two interests 



