But when they turned to introduce the stranger, they found that he had disappeared, nor could they discover him anywhere in the crowd.

In their search for him, they came upon Rosenblatt, who at once assailed them.
"How come you Slovaks here ?" he cried contemptuously.
"Where the trough is, there the pigs will come," laughed one of his satellites.
"I come to do honour to my friend, Jacob Wassyl," said Simon in a loud voice.
"Of course," cried a number of friendly voices.

"And why not?
That is quite right." "Jacob Wassyl wants none of you here," shouted Rosenblatt over the crowd.
"Who speaks for Jacob Wassyl ?" cried a voice.

It was Jacob himself, standing in the door, wet with sweat, flushed with dancing and exhilarated with the beer and with all the ardours of his wedding day.

For that day at least, Jacob owned the world.