They both took a firm hold of Dave and stood him upon his feet.

He looked hard and contemptuously at Maloney for some seconds.

Then with gravity and deliberation Dave said: "Now wot 'n th' devil are y' up t'?
Are y' mad ?" "Walk 'm along, Jaimes--walk 'm--along," was all Maloney had to say.
And out into the yard they marched him.

How Dave did struggle to get away!--swearing and cursing Maloney for a cranky Irishman till he foamed at the mouth, all of which the other put down to snake-poison.
Round and round the yard and up and down it they trotted him till long after dark, until there was n't a struggle left in him.
They placed him on the sofa again, Maloney keeping him awake with a strap.

How Dave ground his teeth and kicked and swore whenever he felt that strap! And they sat and watched him.
It was late in the night when Dad came from town.