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"You can't have any more beer, McCuaig," said the corporal, from a safe
distance.
"Watch me, sonny!" replied McCuaig.
With a single sweep of his hand, he snatched two bottles from the ledge
behind the corporal's head. Holding one aloft, he knocked the top off
the other, drank its contents slowly and smashed the empty bottle at the
spot where the corporal's head had been; knocked the top off the second
bottle and was proceeding to drink it, in a more or less leisurely
fashion.
"Private Timms! Private Mulligan!" shouted Corporal Ferry, reappearing
from beneath the counter. "Arrest that man!"
"Wait, sonny; give me a chance," cried McCuaig, in a wild, high,
singsong voice. Lifting his bottle to his lips, he continued to drink
slowly, keeping his eye upon the two privates, who were considering the
best method of carrying out their orders.
"There, sonny, fill that up again," cried McCuaig, good-naturedly, when
he had finished his drink, tossing the second bottle at the head of
the corporal, who, being on the alert, again made a successful
disappearance.


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