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what game you're up to, but I give you 

 warning — " 



" Sit down wid you," said Moriarty, pressing 

 him down on the middle bucket and taking his 

 seat on the bucket to the right, whilst Andy took 

 his seat on the bucket to the left. " Sit down 

 wid you and Hsten to raison. Here's a glass of 

 good whisky-and-wather, and here's a toast I'm 

 goin' to give you, and that's ' Good luck to 

 Garryowen! '" He swallowed the contents of 

 the glass, wiped his mouth, re-filled the glass and 

 passed it to Andy. 



" Good luck to Garryowen! " said Andy, drink- 

 ing it off and handing the empty glass back to 

 Moriarty, who re-filled it and held it towards Piper. 



"No, thank you," said that gentleman. 



" Dhrink it off," commanded Moriarty, " and 

 wish good luck to Garryowen. Sure, it's a glass 

 of good whisky never did man or woman harm yet. 

 Off wid it," continued Moriarty, in the tone of 

 a person inciting a child to take a dose of medicine. 

 " And it's a different man it will make of you." 



"I tell you I don't drink," replied the uncon- 

 vivial one. " If you choose to make beasts of 

 yourselves, do so. / don't." 



" Listen to him, Andy," cried Moriarty, digging 

 Pij)er in the ribs till he knocked against the jockey. 



" Whose you joggHn' aginst? " cried Andy, 

 returning the dig till Piper was nearly in the arms 

 of I^floriarty. 



Mr Piper tried to rise, but his legs were twitched 



