"Well, the Saint began to get mighty angry, an' he raises his crozier, and he calls him agin:—
"'Hi! here! you!' and the Shnake pops up.
"'Well! Saint, what do you want now? Amn't I to be quit iv ye at all?'
"'Are ye goin', or are ye not?' sez the Saint.
"'I'm king here; an' I'm not goin'.'
"'Thin,' says the Saint, 'I depose ye!'
"'You can't,' sez the Shnake, 'whilst I have me crown.'
"'Then I'll take it from ye,' sez St. Pathrick.
"'Catch me first!' sez the Shnake; an' wid that he pops undher the wather, what began to bubble up and boil. Well thin! the good Saint stood bewildhered, for as he was lukin' the wather began to disappear out of the wee lake—and then the ground iv the hill began to be shaken as if the big Shnake was rushin' round and round it down deep down undher the ground.
"So the Saint stood on the edge of the empty lake an' held up his crozier, and called on the Shnake to come forth. And when he luked down, lo! an' behold ye! there lay the King iv the Shnakes coiled round the bottom iv the lake—though how he had got there the Saint could niver tell, for he hadn't been there when he began to summons him. Then the Shnake raised his head, and, lo! and behold ye! there was no crown on to it.
"'Where is your crown?' sez the Saint.
"'It's hid,' sez the Shnake, leerin' at him.
