"I mean that's HIS way--the master's. It made him afraid to think of how it was. Three cheers for John Anthony Collins! A thin voice from the verge of the ring replied: --Pip! pip! Moynihan murmured beside Stephen's ear: --And what about John Anthony's poor little sister: Lottie Collins lost her drawers; Won't you kindly lend her yours? Stephen laughed and Moynihan, pleased with the result, murmured again: --We'll have five bob each way on John Anthony Collins. He had long been patient, pleading with the sinful soul, giving it time to repent, sparing it yet awhile.