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 He's neck and neck!

Good boy to him! Flames, but he's in!

What's that? They're raising him up. They're coming this way. (With a roar of rage and astonishment) It's Christy! by the stars of God! I'd know his way of spitting and he astride the moon.

Stay quiet, will you? That's not your son. (To Jimmy.) Stop him, or you'll get a month for the abetting of manslaughter and be fined as well.

I'll hold him.

Let me out! Let me out, the lot of you, till I have my vengeance on his head to-day.