n' that, like your
own wager, every one in the room can do."

"Done," said the other, taking out the pound note, and placing it in
Mooney's hand--Toal following his example.

"Scaddhan," said Toal, "go an' bring me two tumblers of good strong
punch. I'm a Totaller as well as Art, boys. Be off, Scaddhan."

"By Japers," said Tom Whiskey, as if to himself--looking at the same
time as if he were perfectly amazed at the circumstance--"the little
fellow has more spunk than Maguire, ould blood an' all! Oh, holy Moses;
afther that, what will the world come to!"

Art heard the soliloquy of Whiskey, and looked about him with an air of
peculiar meaning. His pride--his shallow, weak, contemptible pride, was
up, while the honest pride that is never separated from firmness and
integrity, was cast aside and forgotten. Scaddhan came in, and placing
the two tumblers before Toal, that worthy immediately emptied first one
of them, and then the other.

"The last two pounds are yours," said Jerry; "Mooney, give them to him."

Art, whose heart was still smarting under the artful soliloquy of Tom
Whiskey, now started to his feet, and exclaimed--

"No, Jerry, the money's not his yet. Barney, bring in two tumblers. What
one may do another may do; and as Jerry says, why it's only for a wager.
At any rate, for one o' my blood was never done out, and never will."

"By Japers," said Whiskey, "I knew he wouldn't let himself be bate. I
knew when it came to the push he wouldn't."

"Well, Barney," said Toal, "don't make them strong for him, for they
might get into his head; he hasn't a good head anyway--let them be
rather wake, Barney."

"No," said Art, "let them be as strong as his, and stronger, Barney; and
lose no time about it."

"I had better color them," said Barney, "an' the people about the place
'll think it's cordial still."

"Color the devil," replied Art; "put no colorin' on them. Do you think
I'm afeard of any one, or any colors?"

"You afeard of any one," exclaimed Tom Whiskey; "one o' the ould
Maguires afeard! ha, ha, ha!--that 'ud be good!"

Art, when the tumblers came in, drank off first one, which he had no
sooner emptied, than he shivered into pieces against the grate; he then
emptied the other, which shared the same fate.

"Now," said he to Barney, "bring me a third one; I'll let yez see what a
Maguire is."

The third, on making its appearance, was immediately drained, and
shivered like the others--for the consci