CHAPTER II 
BORRIGAN'S BAITING 
' GET out, ye baste ! ' growled Marky Borrigan, 
shaking the sack he carried over the mouth of 
a barrel. There was a stifled grunt, a struggle, 
and a grey bundle fell into the cask with a thud. 
' Shure, we have him all safe,' said Borrigan, 
with a grin. 
' Begob, that was a good night's work,' said 
Micksey Bolger, henchman and confederate of the 
said Mark. ' Where had ye him cot ? ' 
' Twas over in Knockdane. I was there at two 
o'clock this morning and up at the " earth." I had 
the sack wid a bit o' cord run round the mouth, 
an' I put it down the hole wid just the mouth set 
open, an' the twine fast to a three-thrunk. I sent 
the dog huntin' down the wood, and by and by I 
heard this felly cantherin' up as it might be a pig. 
He stopped just fernent me, and bedam, he cut a 
look on me as wicked as a Christian, an' I t'rew the 
stick at him an' druve him into the sack in the 
hole. But, indade, whin I come to pick it up he 
was fightin' inside like the divil an' all his childher, 
and a terrible job I had to git him here, six mile in 
the ass-cair.' 
' He 's a gran' big felly,' said Bolger, peering 
