"Do?" rejoined Lucifer, with drunken gravity--"haul on the other, to be
sure--there is one left, an't there?--so hard a--port, and run him up
against that gun at the street corner, will ye? That will stop him, or
the devil is in it."
Crash--it was done--and over the horse's ears we both flew like
skyrockets; but, strange to tell, although we had wedged the wheel of
the ketureen fast as a wreck on a reef, with the cannon that was stuck
into the ground postwise between it and the body, there was no damage
done beyond the springing of the starboard shaft, so, with the
assistance of the negro servant, who had been thrown from his perch
behind, by a shock that frightened him out of his wits, we hove the
voiture off again, and arrived in safety at friend Shingle's once more.
Here we found the table set out with devilled turkey, and a variety of
high--spiced dishes; and, to make a long story short, we had another set
to, during which, as an interlude, Longtram capsized Shingle out of the
sofa he had again lain down on, in an attempt to jump over it, and broke
his arm; and, being the soberest man of the company, I started off,
guided by a negro servant, for Doctor Greyfriars. On our return, the
first thing that met our eyes was the redoubted Don himself, lying on
his back where he had fallen at his leap, with his head over the step at
the door of the piazza. I thought his neck was broken; and the doctor,
considering that he was the culprit to be carved, forthwith had him
carried in, his coat taken off, and was about striking a phleme into
him, when Isaac's voice sounded from the inner apartment, where he had
lain all the while below the sofa like a crushed frog, the party in the
background, who were boosing away, being totally unconscious of his
mishap, as they sat at table in the room beyond, enjoying themselves,
impressed apparently with the belief that the whole affair was a lark.
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