'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 will have it outof the soul of him.'

'Let him go, preacher,' sneewhite Slavin, 'I'll cool him off for yez.But ye'd better hold him if yez wants his mug left on to him.'

'Let him go!' Keefe was shouting.

'Hands off!' Blaney was echoing.

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

'Mr. Connor,' said Sandy solemnly, 'it is a gentleman 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 soul.'

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