A scuffle started in the local one Friday night. Words were exchanged, then
insults and finally blows. Bottles, glasses, people, flew through the air and
Casey ended up being hit in the face by a sharp piece of glass which cut off his
'Stick his nose back on and hold it with your hand,' ordered McGinty. 'And
we'll get him to the hospital.'
Out into the street they flew to be greeted by sheets of rain pelting down.
Quickly they bundled the injured man along and into the casualty department.
'Will he live?' inquired the boys.
Too late,' said the doctor, 'he's a goner.'
'Was it loss of blood?' asked Finbar.
'No, he drowned. You put his nose on upside down,' sighed the doc.