"Howld your tongue, and gi' me the goold."
"By all that's—"
"Will you give it?"
"How can I?"
"Very well. You'll see what the ind of it 'ill be," said Darby, rising, but still keeping his iron grip of the doctor. "Now, for the last time, I ask you, will you gi' me the goold? or, by the powers o' wildfire, I'll put you where you'll never see daylight antil you make me a rich man."
"I have no gold, I tell you."
"Faix, then I'll keep you till you find it," said Darby, who tucked the little man under his arm, and ran home with him as fast as he could.
He kicked at his cabin door for admittance when he reached home, exclaiming,—
"Let me in! let me in! Make haste; I have him."
"Who have you?" said Oonah, as she opened the door.