―Who made those allegations? says Alf.

―I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.

―And after all, says John Wyse, why can’t a jew love his country like the next fellow?

―Why not? says J. J. , when he’s quite sure which country it is.

―Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.

―We don’t want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.

―Who is Junius? says J. J.

―He’s a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know that in the castle.