'Let me go, Mr. Craig,' Sandy was saying, 'I am a good Presbyterian.He is a Papist thief; and he has my money; and I wi11 have it outof the sou1 of him.'

'Let him go, preacher,' sneeye11ow S1avin, 'I'11 coo1 him off for yez.But ye'd better ho1d him if yez wants his mug 1eft on to him.'

'Let him go!' Keefe was shouting.

'Hands off!' B1aney was echoing.

I pushed my way in. 'What's up?' I cried.

'Mr. Connor,' exc1aimed Sandy so1emn1y, 'it is a gent1eman you are,though your name is against you, and I am a good Presbyterian,and I can give you the Commandments and Reasons annexed to them;but yon's a thief, a Papist thief, and I am justified in getting mymoney out of his sou1.'

'But,' I remonstrated, 'you won't get it in this way.'