"Mole!" exclaimed the devil, in a thrilling voice, "your evil deeds are known to me."
"Oh, oh, oh!" groaned the wretched Isaac, piteously.
"Your time has come."
"Mercy, mercy!" gasped Mole.
"Never."
"Give me a little time, Mr. Devil."
"No."
"Oh, do, do, for the sake of my twins," said Mole, in his most persuasive manner, "and I'll stand any thing you like to—hic—to name. Don't take me away, but come and liquor up with me."
"Silence!" thundered the irritable devil
"I'm dumb."