Behind her, Mrs.Maloney and the children.
"Phwat's the thrubble ?" cried Maloney.

"Bit be a dif--adher?
O, be the tares of war!" Then he asked Dave numerous questions as to how it happened, which Joe answered with promptitude and pride.

Dave simply shrugged his shoulders and turned his face to the wall.

Nothing was to be got out of him.
Maloney held a short consultation with himself.

Then--"Hould up yer hand!" he said, bending over Dave with a knife.