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 a gentleman is ?" Kalman nodded.
"Well, the other thing is a cad." The Galician listened attentively while Kalman explained, and made humble and deprecating reply.
"He says," interpreted Kalman, "that he is very sorry, but he wants to know what you fight with.

You can't hurt a man with your hands." "Can't, eh ?" said French.

"Tell him to stand up here to me." The Galician came up smiling, and French proceeded to give him his first lesson in the manly art, Kalman interpreting his directions.
"Put up your hands so.