As no attention was paid to this amount of plain-speaking, Pat made a bolt.

He got no farther than the length of the whip, and all he gained was to bring on himself the terrible word of drill once more.

But Pat had tasted liberty.

Irish rebellion against constituted authority was exhibited.

Pat would not: his ears tossed over his head, and he jumped to right and left, and looked the raggedest rapparee that ever his ancestry trotted after.