The young savages, as usual, after the vagabond depredations or mischievous exercises of the day, were snoring as we have described them before; when Teddy, whom no quantity of liquor could affect beyond a mere inveterate hardness of brogue and an indescribable effort at mirth and melody, exclaimed--"Fwhy, dhen, dat's the stuff; and here's bad luck to him that paid fwor it." "I'll not drink it, you ugly _keout_," exclaimed Philip, in his deep and ruffianly voice; "but come--all o' yez fill up and drink my toast.

Come, Kate, you crame of hell's delights, fill till I give it.

No," he added abruptly, "I won't drink that, you leprechaun; the man that ped for it is Hycy Burke, and I like Hycy Burke for one thing, an' I'll not dhrink bad luck to him.

Come, are yez ready ?" "Give it out, you hulk," said Kate, "an' don't keep us here all night over it." "Here, then," exclaimed the savage, with a grin of ferocious mirth, distorting his grim colossal features into a smile that was frightful and inhuman--"Here's may Bryan M'Mahon be soon a beggar, an' all his breed the same! Drink it now, all o' yez, or, by the mortal counthryman, I'll brain the first that'll refuse it." The threat, in this case, was a drunken one, and on that very account the more dangerous.
"Well," said Teddy, "I don't like to drink it; but if--" "_Honomondiaul!_ you d----d disciple," thundered the giant, "down wid it, or I'll split your skull!" Teddy had it down ere the words were concluded.
"What!" exclaimed Hogan, or rather roared again, as he fastened his blazing eyes on Kate--"what, you yalla mullotty, do you dar to refuse ?" "Ay, do dar to refuse!--an' I'd see you fizzin' on the devil's fryin'-pan, where you'll fiz yet, afore I'd dhrink it.

Come, come," she replied, her eye blazing now as fiercely as his own, "keep quiet, I bid you--keep calm; you ought to know me now, I think." "Drink it," he shouted, "or I'll brain you." "Howl him," said Teddy--"howl him; there's murdher in his eye.