"I'll blister him, I tell you, and that smart. Lose no time, Murphy, my boy: let loose the dogs of law on him, and harass him till he'd wish the d----l had him." "Just as you like, but----" "I'll have it my own way, I tell you; so say no more." "I'll commence against him at once, then, as you wish it; but it's no use, for you know very well that it will be impossible to serve him." "Let me alone for that! I'll be bound I'll find fellows to get the inside of him." "Why, his house is barricaded like a jail, and he has dogs enough to bait all the bulls in the country." "No matter: just send me the blister for him, and I'll engage I'll stick it on him." "Very well, squire; you shall have the blister as soon as it can be got ready. I'll tell you when you may send over to me for it, and your messenger shall have it hot and warm for him. Good bye, squire." "Good bye, Murphy!--lose no time." "In the twinkling of a bedpost. Are you going to Tom Durfy's steeple-chase?" "I'm not sure." "I've a bet on it. Did you see the widow Flannagan lately? You didn't? They say Tom's pushing it strong there. The widow has money, you know, and Tom does it all for the love o' God; for you know, squire, there are two things God hates--a coward and a poor man. Now, Tom's no coward; and, that he may be sure of the love o' God on the other score, he's making up to the widow; and as he's a slashing fellow, she's nothing loth, and, for fear of any one cutting him out, Tom keeps as sharp a lookout after her as she does after him. He's fierce on it, and looks pistols at any one that attempts putting his _comether_ on the widow, while she looks 'as soon as you plaze,' as plain as an optical lecture can enlighten the heart of man: in short, Tom's all ram's horns, and the widow all sheep's eyes. Good bye, squire." And Murtough put his spurs to his horse, and cantered down the avenue, whistling the last popular tune. Andy was sent over to Murtough Murphy's for the law process at the appointed time; and as he had to pass through the village, Mrs. Egan desired him to call at the apothecary's for some medicine that was prescribed for one of the children. "What'll I ax for, ma'am?" "I'd be sorry to trust to you, Andy, for remembering. Here's the prescription; take care of it, and Mr. M'Garry will give you something to bring back; and mind, if it's a powder----" "Is it gunpowdher, ma'am?" "No--you stupid--will you listen? I say, if it's a powder, don't let it get wet as you did the sugar the other day." "No, ma'am." "And if it's a bottle, don't break it, as you did the last." "No, ma'am." "And make haste." "Yis, ma'am;" and off went Andy. In going through the village, he forgot to leave the prescription at the apothecary's and pushed on for the attorney's: there he saw Murtough Murphy, who handed him the law process, inclosed in a cover, with a note to the squire. "Have you been doing anything very clever lately, Andy?" said Murtough.