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Updated: June 17, 2025
The cavalcade had not yet dismounted, and when Dorg Seay caught sight of Tolleston, he stood up in his stirrups and sang out, "Hello there, Archibald! my old college chum, how goes it?" Judge Mulqueen had evidently dressed for the occasion, for with the exception of the plaintiffs, he was the only man in the court-room who wore a coat.
Mulqueen was not yet at the stable and Danny helped unharness the animal, which, as soon as relieved of the shafts, hung its head between its legs, evidently all in. The stranger handed Danny a cigar. "I'm lookin' for a vet," said he. "My horse ought to have something done for him." "I can well see that!" agreed Danny. "He needs a poultice and hot bandages.
Indeed, before he had concluded his treatment the animal was probably more comfortable than he, for the night in the cold stall had given him a chill and when he left the stable to go home for lunch he was in a high fever. Doctor Simon was outside on the sidewalk talking to Mulqueen. "Well, doctor," said he, "what did you find was the matter with my horse?"
As there were no further witnesses to be examined, the local attorneys insisted on arguing the case, but Judge Mulqueen frowned them down, saying: "This court sees no occasion for any argument in the present case. You might spout until you were black in the face and it wouldn't change my opinion any; besides I've got twenty cars to send and a train of cattle to load out this evening.
Those two bits of paper, however, are useless unless you help yourself. If you want to become convalescent you can even yet. It won't be easy; it will hurt; but you can do it, as I say, even yet. But it is you who must do it, not I or that bit of paper or Mulqueen! "Just now you happen to want to get well because the effect of alcohol poison disturbs you.
"He didn't come in to lunch nor to supper, and when I went to the stable Mr. Mulqueen said a detective had arrested grandfather for doctoring horses without a license and he had pleaded guilty and they'd locked him up. I went to the police station, but they said he wasn't there any more, but that he was in the Tombs." "Who is your grandfather?" demanded Mr. Tutt as he unlocked the door.
Mulqueen, "that a poonch in the plexis putts a man out; but it don't kill him. That's you! Whin a man mixes it up wid the booze, l'ave him come here an' I'll tache him a thrick. But it's not murther I tache; it's the hook on the jaw that shtops, an' the poonch in the plexis that putts the booze-divil on the bum!
"He behaved badly to the sergeant, who said warmly: ''Tis a brave thing ye did, Private Ormond. And 'Is it? said Ormond with a sneer. 'I thought we were paid for doing such things. 'Och, ye sour-faced Sassenach! said Sergeant Mulqueen, disgusted; and told me about the whole affair." Ailsa had clasped her hands in her lap. The fingers were tightening till the delicate nails whitened.
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