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from under him by Moriarty and down he sat on 

 the bucket again with a bang. 



" You'll be breakin' the buckets next," said 

 Moriarty. " Why can't you sit aisy? " 



" I see your gime," cried the baihfp. 



" Faith, then, you can feel it too," cried 

 Moriarty, and next moment Mr Piper was on his 

 back on the truss of already prepared straw, with 

 Moriarty kneeling on his arms. 



'' Now thin, Andy," said the master of the 

 ceremonies. " Fetch me the funnel, and the bottle 

 and the glass, and I'll drinch him." 



Andy fetched a small funnel which he had pro- 

 cured from Mrs Driscoll, and Piper, who had tried 

 to shout, kept silent by reason of fear of Moriarty's 

 thumb, which was applied to his thjrroid cartilage. 



" Mix a glass of grog and not too strong," com- 

 manded Moriarty. " That's right. Now, thin, 

 open your teeth, you omadhaun, and if you let 

 a sound out of you I'll scrag you. It's not for me 

 own pleasure I'm wastin' good drink on you, but 

 to save the masther. Stand betune him and his 

 fortune, would you? You owl of the divil, wid 

 your sociahty and your jaw about aiquil rights! 

 It's aiquil rights I'm givin' you in me bottle of 

 whisky. Down wid it, and if you let a sound out 

 of you, I'll throttle you." 



Whilst Moriarty held the funnel between the 

 patient's teeth and induced him to swallow, Andy 

 gently poured. 



With the skill of an expert chloroformist 



