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.