O’Rourke. Begorra, there! Aisy wid yer pranks.
All. Stop him! Stop him!
Short. Here she goes. (Draws match across table.)
All. Help! Murder! Officer! Put him out, &c. (Timorous crawls under table; Snowball jumps up into chair and makes frantic attempts to crawl up the wall; Doubtful runs into corner, pulls Paunch up to cover him; Blower gets down and covers himself with a chair; Precise stops his ears, and crouches in a corner; Strongfist and Punster seize Short, one on each side; O’Rourke seizes Short by coat-tail behind; Jolly and Slow try to get behind each other.)
Precise. Would you murder us?
Strongfist. Blow us to pieces?
O’Rourke. Call in the judge.
Short. Let me go, I tell you. (Kicks O’Rourke, strikes Precise and Strongfist, and sends them to the floor.)
O’Rourke. I’m kilt intirely.
All. Help! Murder! Help!