Obeying Orders P.C. Muldoon had never made an arrest during a year's work in an Irish barracks.
"Ye've been here now for twelve months, Muldoon," roared the Sergeant, "an' civil an arrest have ye made. Away up to Mr. Murphy's an' troy an' catch the folia that's stalin' his apples in the black-out."
About ten o'clock that night P.C. Muldoon saw a man walking out of Mr.-Murphy's garden with a sack on his back, Muldoon stopped him and examined the sack, which was full of silver.
said Muldoon," yere a lucky man. If it had been apples, ye were for it."
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