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Then
succeeded
a
second
series
of
smacking
,
in
true
connoisseur
fashion
,
with
the
head
held
reflectingly
steadfast
.
"
Trath
!
an
I
'm
wrong
agane
!
"
said
he
,
accompanying
the
remark
with
another
doubtful
shake
of
the
head
.
"
Althegither
asthray
.
It
's
swater
from
the
silver
.
Or
,
is
it
only
me
imaginayshin
that
's
desavin
'
me
?
It
's
worth
while
to
make
shure
,
an
I
can
only
do
that
by
tastin
'
another
thrifle
out
av
the
cup
.
That
wud
be
givin
'
fair
play
to
both
av
the
vessels
;
for
I
've
dhrunk
twice
from
the
jar
,
an
only
wanst
from
the
silver
.
Fair
play
's
a
jewil
all
the
world
over
;
and
thare
's
no
raison
why
this
bewtiful
little
mug
showld
n't
be
trated
as
dacently
as
that
big
basket
av
a
jar
.
Be
japers
!
but
it
shall
tho
'
!
"
The
cup
was
again
called
into
requisition
;
and
once
more
a
portion
of
the
contents
of
the
demijohn
were
transferred
to
it
--
to
be
poured
immediately
after
down
the
insatiable
throat
of
the
unsatisfied
connoisseur
.
Whether
he
eventually
decided
in
favour
of
the
cup
,
or
whether
he
retained
his
preference
for
the
jar
,
is
not
known
.
After
the
fourth
potation
,
which
was
also
the
final
one
,
he
appeared
to
think
he
had
tasted
sufficiently
for
the
time
,
and
laid
both
vessels
aside
.
Instead
of
returning
to
his
stool
,
however
,
a
new
idea
came
across
his
mind
;
which
was
to
go
forth
from
the
hut
,
and
see
whether
there
was
any
sign
to
indicate
the
advent
of
his
master
.
"
Come
,
Tara
!
"
cried
he
,
striding
towards
the
door
.
"
Let
us
stip
up
to
the
bluff
beyant
,
and
take
a
look
over
the
big
plain
.
If
masther
's
comin
'
at
all
,
he
shud
be
in
sight
by
this
.
Come
along
,
ye
owld
dog
!
Masther
Maurice
'll
think
all
the
betther
av
us
,
for
bein
'
a
little
unazy
about
his
gettin
'
back
.
"
Taking
the
path
through
the
wooded
bottom
--
with
the
staghound
close
at
his
heels
--
the
Galwegian
ascended
the
bluff
,
by
one
of
its
sloping
ravines
,
and
stood
upon
the
edge
of
the
upper
plateau
.
From
this
point
he
commanded
a
view
of
a
somewhat
sterile
plain
;
that
stretched
away
eastward
,
more
than
a
mile
,
from
the
spot
where
he
was
standing
.
The
sun
was
on
his
back
,
low
down
on
the
horizon
,
but
shining
from
a
cloudless
sky
.
There
was
nothing
to
interrupt
his
view
.
Here
and
there
,
a
stray
cactus
plant
,
or
a
solitary
stem
of
the
arborescent
yucca
,
raised
its
hirsute
form
above
the
level
of
the
plain
.
Otherwise
the
surface
was
smooth
;
and
a
coyoté
could
not
have
crossed
it
without
being
seen
.
Beyond
,
in
the
far
distance
,
could
be
traced
the
darker
outline
of
trees
--
where
a
tract
of
chapparal
,
or
the
wooded
selvedge
of
a
stream
stretched
transversely
across
the
llano
.
