Keyork, relinquishing all hopes of trying the experiment at present, poured a little wine down his throat.
"Do you think we can take him home to-night ?" inquired the Wanderer.
He was prepared for an ill-tempered answer, but not for what Keyork actually said.

The little man got upon his feet and coolly buttoned his coat.
"I think not," he replied.

"There is nothing to be done but to keep him quiet.

Good-night.

I am tired of all this nonsense, and I do not mean to lose my night's rest for all the Israels in Jewry--or all the Jews in Israel.