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Show Wanted His Right. "What the dickens is the matter with you?" furiously demanded the warder of Pat. "What do you mean by kicking up a row at this time of the night?" "Sure, an' I only want to go home," said Pat. "Don't be a fool, man," said the warder ward-er coming across to see if his prisoner was quite well. "Fool, bedad," shouted Pat from the other side of the bars. "I'm In me rights." "S'ow, look here," broke in the warder ward-er meaningly, "you've got seven days hard ; seven (lays you've got to do, so you'd better do them quietly." "You're quite right," smiled Pat "Shure, the otild boy gave seven days, but. bogorra, he said nothing about nights, and faith you can surely trust me to come back in the morning." |