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For
some
seconds
he
remained
in
this
attitude
:
giving
out
no
other
sign
than
an
occasional
"
sniff
,
"
similar
to
that
uttered
by
the
hound
,
and
which
he
had
been
fain
to
interpret
as
an
affirmative
answer
to
his
interrogatory
.
It
expressed
the
enjoyment
he
was
deriving
from
the
bouquet
of
the
potent
spirit
.
But
this
only
satisfied
him
for
a
very
short
time
;
and
gradually
the
bottom
of
the
jar
was
seen
going
upwards
,
while
the
reverse
end
descended
in
like
ratio
in
the
direction
of
his
protruding
lips
.
"
Be
japers
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
once
more
glancing
stealthily
towards
the
door
,
"
flesh
and
blood
cud
n't
stand
the
smell
av
that
bewtiful
whisky
,
widout
tastin
'
it
.
Trath
!
I
'll
chance
it
--
jist
the
smallest
thrifle
to
wet
the
tap
av
my
tongue
.
Maybe
it
'll
burn
the
skin
av
it
;
but
no
matther
--
here
goes
!
"
Without
further
ado
the
neck
of
the
demijohn
was
brought
in
contact
with
his
lips
;
but
instead
of
the
"
smallest
thrifle
"
to
wet
the
top
of
his
tongue
,
the
"
gluck
--
gluck
"
of
the
escaping
fluid
told
that
he
was
administering
a
copious
saturation
to
the
whole
lining
of
his
larynx
,
and
something
more
.
After
half
a
dozen
"
smacks
"
of
the
mouth
,
with
other
exclamations
denoting
supreme
satisfaction
,
he
hastily
restored
the
stopper
;
returned
the
demijohn
to
its
place
;
and
glided
back
to
his
seat
upon
the
stool
.
"
Tara
,
ye
owld
thief
!
"
said
he
,
addressing
himself
once
more
to
his
canine
companion
,
"
it
was
you
that
timpted
me
!
No
matther
,
man
:
the
masther
'll
niver
miss
it
;
besides
,
he
's
goin
'
soon
to
the
Fort
,
an
can
lay
in
a
fresh
supply
"
For
a
time
the
pilferer
remained
silent
;
either
reflecting
on
the
act
he
had
committed
,
or
enjoying
the
effects
which
the
"
potheen
"
had
produced
upon
his
spirits
.
His
silence
was
of
short
duration
;
and
was
terminated
by
a
soliloquy
.
"
I
wondher
,
"
muttered
he
,
"
fwhat
makes
Masther
Maurice
so
anxious
to
get
back
to
the
Sittlements
.
He
says
he
'll
go
wheniver
he
catches
that
spotty
mustang
he
has
seen
lately
.
Sowl
!
is
n't
he
bad
afther
that
baste
!
I
suppose
it
must
be
somethin'
beyant
the
common
--
the
more
be
token
,
as
he
has
chased
the
crayther
three
times
widout
bein
'
able
to
throw
his
rope
over
it
--
an
mounted
on
the
blood-bay
,
too
.
He
sez
he
wo
n't
give
it
up
,
till
he
gets
howlt
of
it
.
Trath
!
I
hope
it
'll
be
grupped
soon
,
or
wez
may
stay
here
till
the
marnin
'
av
doomsday
.
Hush
!
fwhat
's
that
?
"
Tara
springing
up
from
his
couch
of
skin
,
and
rushing
out
with
a
low
growl
,
had
caused
the
exclamation
.
