Scaddhan came in, and placing
the two tumblers before Toal, that worthy immediately emptied first one
of them, and then the other.
"The last two pounds are yours," said Jerry; "Mooney, give them to him."
Art, whose heart was still smarting under the artful soliloquy of Tom
Whiskey, now started to his feet, and exclaimed--
"No, Jerry, the money's not his yet. Barney, bring in two tumblers. What
one may do another may do; and as Jerry says, why it's only for a wager.
At any rate, for one o' my blood was never done out, and never will."
"By Japers," said Whiskey, "I knew he wouldn't let himself be bate. I
knew when it came to the push he wouldn't."
"Well, Barney," said Toal, "don't make them strong for him, for they
might get into his head; he hasn't a good head anyway--let them be
rather wake, Barney."
"No," said Art, "let them be as strong as his, and stronger, Barney; and
lose no time about it."
"I had better color them," said Barney, "an' the people about the place
'll think it's cordial still."
"Color the devil," replied Art; "put no colorin' on them. Do you think
I'm afeard of any one, or any colors?"
"You afeard of any one," exclaimed Tom Whiskey; "one o' the ould
Maguires afeard! ha, ha, ha!--that 'ud be good!"
Art, when the tumblers came in, drank off first one, which he had no
sooner emptied, than he shivered into pieces against the grate; he then
emptied the other, which shared the same fate.
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