"Ah, never mind," said Dudden; "it's only a step now to the Brown
Lake."

"I'll have her now! I'll have her now!" bawled the farmer, from
inside the sack.

"By my faith, and you shall though," said Hudden, and he laid his
stick across the sack.

"I'll have her! I'll have her!" bawled the farmer, louder than ever.

"Well, here you are," said Dudden, for they were now come to the
Brown Lake, and, unslinging the sack, they pitched it plump into the
lake.

"You'll not be playing your tricks on us any longer," said Hudden.

"True for you," said Dudden. "Ah, Donald, my boy, it was an ill day
when you borrowed my scales."

Off they went, with a light step and an easy heart, but when they
were near home, who should they see but Donald O'Neary, and all
around him the cows were grazing, and the calves were kicking up
their heels and butting their heads together.

"Is it you, Donald?" said Dudden. "Faith, you've been quicker than
we have."

"True for you, Dudden, and let me thank you kindly; the turn was
good, if the will was ill. You'll have heard, like me, that the