ressing Hogan and Teddy, "put an end to this work,
and why did you, you misbegotten vagabond," he added, turning to the
latter, "suffer these fellows to remain here when you knew I was to come
up?"

"I must shell my fwisky," replied Teddy, sullenly, "fwhedher you come or
stay."

"If you don't clear the place of them instantly," replied Hycy, "I shall
return home again."

Hogan seemed a good deal alarmed at this intimation, and said--"Ay,
indeed, Terry, we had better put them out o' this."

"Fwhor fwhat?" asked Teddy, "dere my best customers shure--an' fwlay
would I quarrel wid 'em all fwor wan man?"

"Good-night, then, you misshapen ruffian," said Burke, about to go.

"Aisy, Mr. Burke," said. Hogan; "well soon make short work wid them.
Here, Ted, you devil's catch-penny, come an' help me! Hillo, here!" he
shouted, "what are you at, you gallows crew? Do you want to go to the
stone jug, I say? Be off out o' this--here's the guager, blast him, an'
the sogers! Clear out, I tell you, or every mother's son of you will
sleep undher the skull and cross-bones to-night." (* Meaning the County
Prison)

"Here you, Barney," whispered Teddy, who certainly did not wish that
Burke should return as he came; "here, you great big fwhool you, give
past your yowlin' dere--and lookin' at your blood--run out dere, come in
an' shout the gauger an' de sogers."

Barney, who naturally imagined that the intelligence was true, complied
with the order he had received in a spirit of such alarming and dreadful
earnestness, that a few minutes found the still-house completely cleared
of the two parties, not excepting Hogan himself, who, having heard
nothing of Teddy's directions to the fool, took it now for granted that
that alarm was a real one, and ran along with the rest. The schoolmaster
had fallen asleep, Kate Hogan was engaged in making preparations for
supper at the lower end of the casern, and the fool had been dispatched
to fetch Hogan himself back, so that Hycy now saw there was a good
opportunity for stating at more length than he could in the market the
purpose of his visit.

"Teddy," said he, "now that the coast's clear, let us lose no time in
coming to the point. You are aware that Bryan M'Mahon has come into the
mountain farm of Ahadarra by the death of his uncle."

"Shiss; dese three years."

"You will stick to your cursed brogue," said the other; "however, that's
your own affair. You are aware of this?"

"I am."

"Well