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           Ashereturnedwithhiscapturehesaidinadeepvoice:

           “Oursideofthehouserespectshim,becausehewasagentleman.”

           “Rightyouare,Crofton!”saidMr.Henchyfiercely.“Hewastheonlymanthatcouldkeepthatbagofcatsinorder.‘Down,yedogs!Liedown,yecurs!’That’sthewayhetreatedthem.Comein,Joe!Comein!”hecalledout,catchingsightofMr.Hynesinthedoorway.

           Mr.Hynescameinslowly.

           “Openanotherbottleofstout,Jack,”saidMr.Henchy.“O,Iforgotthere’snocorkscrew!Here,showmeonehereandI’llputitatthefire.”

           Theoldmanhandedhimanotherbottleandheplaceditonthehob.

           “Sitdown,Joe,”saidMr.O’Connor,“we’rejusttalkingabouttheChief.”

           “Ay,ay!”saidMr.Henchy.

           Mr.HynessatonthesideofthetablenearMr.Lyonsbutsaidnothing.

           “There’soneofthem,anyhow,”saidMr.Henchy,“thatdidn’trenegehim.ByGod,I’llsayforyou,Joe!No,byGod,youstucktohimlikeaman!”

           “0,Joe,”saidMr.O’Connorsuddenly.“Giveusthatthingyouwrote—doyouremember?Haveyougotitonyou?”

           “0,ay!”saidMr.Henchy.“Giveusthat.Didyoueverhearthat.Crofton?Listentothisnow:splendidthing.”

           “Goon,”saidMr.O’Connor.“Fireaway,Joe.”

           Mr.