Mrs Flanagan, we want a gallon of gin, and clean glasses." Mrs Flanagan received the major part of my money, and in a minute returned with the gin and wine-glasses.
"Now, Peter, my cove, let's all draw round the table, and make ourselves cosy." "O no," replied I, "take my money, drink the gin, but pray let me go;" but they wouldn't listen to me.

Then I was obliged to sit down with them, the gin was poured out, and they made me drink a glass, which nearly choked me.

It had, however, one good effect, it gave me courage, and in a minute or two, I felt as if I could fight them all.

The door of the room was on the same side as the fire-place, and I perceived that the poker was between the bars, and red hot.

I complained that I was cold, although I was in a burning fever; and they allowed me to get up to warm my hands.