"I can't stay here while Jack is over there in such a terrible way.

I must go to him." "He won't like it, Kalman," said Brown; "he won't stand it, I am afraid.

I would go, but I know it would only offend him." "I am going down to the Crossing to-day," said Kalman.
"I don't care if he kills me, I must go." But his experience was such that he never went again, for Jack French in his madness nearly killed the boy, who was brought sadly battered to Brown's hospital, where he lay for a week or more.
Every day, French, penetrated with penitence, visited him, lavishing on the boy a new tenderness.

But when Kalman was on his feet again, French laid it upon him, and bound him by a solemn promise that he should never again follow him to the Crossing, or interfere when he was not master of himself.

It was a hard promise to give, but once given, that settled the matter for both.