At any rate, consider yourself a prisoner
until you comply."
"Well, then," replied our strange friend, still smiling, "since your
hospitality will force me, at the expense of my liberty, I think I
must--a glass of sherry then, since you are so kind."
"Ah," replied his reverence, "I see you don't know what's good--that's
the stuff," he added, pointing to the poteen, "that would send the
radical heat to the very ends of your nails--I never take more than a
single tumbler after my dinner, but that's my choice."
The stranger then joined him in a glass of sherry, and they proceeded to
Mr. Birney's.
CHAPTER XII. Crackenfudge Outwitted by Fenton
--The Baronet, Enraged at His Daughter's Firmness, strikes Her.
Crackenfudge, who was completely on the alert to ascertain if possible
the name of the stranger, and the nature of his business in Ballytrain,
learned that Fenton and he had had three or four private interviews, and
he considered it very likely that if he could throw himself in that wild
young fellow's way, without any appearance of design, he might be able
to extract something concerning the other out of him.
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