"I can't help crying when I think they may have used vinegar on his head, too.""Git to sleep if ye can!" exclaimed the Samaritan, as a hideous burst of noise came from the dance-room, where some one seemed to be breaking a chair upon an acquaintance."I'll go out and regulate the boys a bit." He turned down the lamp, fumbled in his hip-pocket, and went to the door.
"Don't forget," Joe called after him.
"Go to sleep," said the red-bearded man, his hand on the door-knob."That is, go to thinkin', fer ye won't sleep; ye're not the kind.But think easy; I'll have the things fer ye.It's a matter of pride with me that I always knew ye'd come to trouble."