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“Who’snotplayingfair?”saidtheother.
“Comeonagain.Thetwobestoutofthree.”
Thetrialbeganagain.TheveinsstoodoutonFarrington’sforehead,andthepallorofWeathers’complexionchangedtopeony.Theirhandsandarmstrembledunderthestress.AfteralongstruggleWeathersagainbroughthisopponent’shandslowlyontothetable.Therewasamurmurofapplausefromthespectators.Thecurate,whowasstandingbesidethetable,noddedhisredheadtowardsthevictorandsaidwithstupidfamiliarity:
“Ah!that’stheknack!”
“Whatthehelldoyouknowaboutit?”saidFarringtonfiercely,turningontheman.“Whatdoyouputinyourgabfor?”
“Sh,sh!”saidO’Halloran,observingtheviolentexpressionofFarrington’sface.“Ponyup,boys.We’llhavejustonelittlesmahanmoreandthenwe’llbeoff.”
Averysullen-facedmanstoodatthecornerofO’ConnellBridgewaitingforthelittleSandymounttramtotakehimhome.Hewasfullofsmoulderingangerandrevengefulness.Hefelthumiliatedanddiscontented;hedidnotevenfeeldrunk;andhehadonlytwopenceinhispocket.Hecursedeverything.Hehaddoneforhimselfintheoffice,pawnedhiswatch,spentallhismoney;andhehadnotevengotdrunk.Hebegantofeelthirstyagainandhelongedtobebackagaininthehotreekingpublic-house.Hehadlosthisreputationasastrongman,havingbeendefeatedtwicebyamereboy.
