I took ye out of charity, and I've had enough of ye.

Go 'long, I say, with that wuthless feller, if he is my sister's son.

I want to be rid of the hull lot and passel of ye!" His voice rose to a scream, and the veins on his narrow forehead stood out like cords.

The doctor motioned to the Spaniard; and the latter, without another word, took the child up in his arms as he had done once before, swung him over his shoulder, and left the room..