From this vantage ground could be seen far off in the potato field the figure of the boy with two or three women, all busy with the potatoes.
"What do you make that out to be ?" enquired French.
"Who in the mischief are they?
Go and see." It was not long before Mackenzie stood before his master with Kalman by his side.
"As sure as death," said Mackenzie, "he has a tribe of Galician women yonder, and the pitaties iss all in." "What do you say ?" stammered French.
"It iss what I am telling you.

The pitaties iss all in, and this lad iss bossing the job, and the Galician women working like naygurs." "What does this mean ?" said French, turning his eyes slowly upon Kalman.

The boy looked older by years.

He was worn and haggard.
"I saw a woman passing, she was a Galician, she brought the others, and the potatoes are done.

They have come here two days.