The man recovered himself, grinning sheepishly, nodding his head vigorously and talking rapidly.
"That is enough.

He says he would like to learn how to do that.
That is better than a club," interpreted Kalman.
"Tell him that his people must learn to fight without club or knife.

We won't stand that in this country.

It lands them in prison or on the gallows." Kalman translated, his own face fiery red meanwhile, and his own appearance one of humiliation.

He was wondering how much of his own history this man knew.
"Good-by," said French, holding out his hand to the Galician.
The man took it and raised it to his lips.
"He says he thanks you very much, and he wishes you to forget his badness." "All right, old man," said French cheerfully.