bad, neighbour," said French in a loud, cheerful tone as
he drew near.

The Galician, who had recovered something of his fury, damped to
a certain extent by French's calm and cheerful demeanour, began
to gesticulate with his stake. French turned his back upon him
and proceeded to ascertain the extent of the wreck, and to advise
a plan for its repair. As he stooped to examine the wagon for
breakages, the wrathful Galician suddenly swung his club in the
air, but before the blow fell, Kalman shrieked out in the Galician
tongue, "You villain! Stop!"

This unexpected cry in his own speech served at once to disconcert
the Galician's aim, and to warn his intended victim. French,
springing quickly aside, avoided the blow and with one stride
he was upon the Galician, wrenched the stake from his grasp,
and, taking him by the back of the neck, faced him toward the
front wheels of the wagon, saying, as he did so, "Here, you idiot!
take hold and pull."

The strength of that grip on his neck produced a salutary effect
upon the excited Galician. He stood a few moments dazed, looking
this way and that way, as if uncertain how to act.

"Tell the fool," said French to Kalman quietly, "to get hold of
those front wheels and pull."

The boy stood amazed.

"Ain't you going to lick him?" he said.

"Haven't time just now," said French cheerfully.

"But he might have killed you."

"Would have if you hadn't yelled. I'll remember that too, my boy.
But he didn't, and he won't get another chance. Tell him to take
hold and pull."

Kalman turned to the subdued and uncertain Galician, and poured
forth a volume of angry abuse while he directed him as to his
present duty. Humbly enough the Galician took hold, and soon the
wagon was put to rights, and after half an hour's work, was loaded
again and ready for its further journey.

By this time the man had quite recovered his temper and stood for
some time after all was ready, silent and embarrassed. Then he
began to earnestly address French, with eager gesticulations.

"What is it?" said French.

"He says he is very sorry, and feels very bad here," said Kalman,
pointing to his heart, "and he wants to do something for you."

"Tell him," said French cheerfully, "only a fool loses his temper,
and only a cad uses a club or a knife when he fights."

Kalman looked puzzled.

"A cat?"

"No, a cad. Don't you know what a cad is? Well, a cad is--hanged if
I know how to put it--you know what