One day Elluck, the Galician man that works here sometimes, struck Blucher with a heavy stick and made him howl.
Jack heard him.

'Bring me that stick, Elluck,' he said quietly.
'Now, Elluck, who strikes my dog, strikes me.' He caught him by the collar and beat him until Elluck howled louder than the dog, and all the while Jack never stopped smiling.

He is teaching me to box, as he says that no gentleman ever uses a knife or a club, as the Galicians do, in fighting; and you know that when they get beer they are sure to fight, and if they use a knife they will kill some one, and then they are sorry.
"You know about my school.

Jack has told Mrs.French.I like Mr.
Brown, well, next to Jack.

He is a good man.