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.
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