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"Man alive, why should ant to fool you? What good could it do

us? It's all right"

"Well, if it's all right, we'll all have a drink on it Here,

Maggie, Lucy, Billy, come here Get it pannikin You won't mind me

treatin' 'e

to Gordon "I don't come in for a fortune every day, you know, and

there ain't a drop of lush in the place, only yours"

"Fire away," said Charlie

"Coie Where's Ah Loy? Watch their faces,

Mister, it's as good as a play Now then, ladies, I bin poor fella

longa teatirinned uncoly, but held out their pannikins,

and into each he poured a three-finger nip of raw overproof rum

that would have burnt the palate of Satan hiulps The tears sprang to their

eyes, and they contorted their faces into all sorts of shapes; but

they disdained to take water after it

"My word, that strong feller, eh?" said Considine "Burn your

mouth, I think it Now then, Ah Loy, how much you wantee? That

plenty, eh?"

Ah Loy peered into the tin pannikin with a dejected air, and turned

it on one side to show that there wasn't much in it