Remember that.

Kalman, Mackenzie is my friend, and you are to treat him as such.

Where did you get that ?" he continued, pointing to the bottle which Kalman had kept clutched in his hand through all the exciting pursuit.
The boy stood silent, looking at Mackenzie.
"Speak, boy," said French sharply.
Kalman remained still silent, his eyes on Mackenzie.
"It iss a bottle myself had," said Mackenzie.
"Ah, I understand.

All right, Kalman, it's none of your business what Mackenzie drinks.

Now, Mackenzie, get dinner, and no more of this nonsense." Without a word of parley or remonstrance Mackenzie shuffled off toward the field to bring in the team.