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Kalman, reading at a glance the whole sordid and heart-breaking story, met him with warm and cheery welcome. It was for French, more than for himself, that he grieved over the loss of the mine. Kalman was busy with his preparations for the spring seeding. He was planning a large crop of everything the ranch would grow, for the coming market. "And the mine, Kalman?" enquired French.
See, I now light this train. In one moment you will be in hell." He deliberately struck a match. A slight puff of wind blew it out. Once more he struck a match. A cry broke forth from Kalman. "Stop! stop! Malkarski, do not commit this crime!" "What is he doing?" said the Sergeant, pulling his pistol. "He is going to blow the man up!" groaned Kalman. The Sergeant levelled his pistol.
He turned and saw Sir Robert Menzies, and between him and French, his daughter Marjorie. "Glad to see you, Sir Robert," he exclaimed heartily. "That was splendid!" said his daughter, pale and shaken by what she had seen. One keen searching look he thrust in through her eyes, scanning her soul. Bravely, frankly, she gave him back his look. Kalman drew a deep breath.
Its most popular devotees in the later day of which we are speaking were, besides Kalman Schulman, A. Friedberg, who wrote a Hebrew adaptation of Grace Aguilar's tale, "The Vale of Cedars", published in 1876, and Ramesh, the translator of "Robinson Crusoe."
"God help us!" cried the stout gentleman, darting into his own tent and poking his head out through the door. "Keep the brute off. There's my gun." The girl screamed and ran behind Kalman. The young man with the chubby face dropped his axe and jumped hastily into a convenient wagon. "Shoot the bloomin' brutes," he cried. "Some one bring me my gun." But the wolf's days were numbered.
Kalman stepped forward, and beating the dogs from their quarry, drew his pistol and shot the beast through the head. "Get back, Captain! Back! Back! I say. Down!" With difficulty he drew the wolf from the jaws of the eager hounds, and swung it into the wagon out of the dogs' reach. "My word!" exclaimed the young man, leaping from the wagon with precipitate haste. "What are you doing?"
The Galician listened attentively while Kalman explained, and made humble and deprecating reply. "He says," interpreted Kalman, "that he is very sorry, but he wants to know what you fight with. You can't hurt a man with your hands." "Can't, eh?" said French. "Tell him to stand up here to me."
Before his eyes there rose and remained the vision of a spot in a Russian forest where the snow was tramped and bloody. With sobs and execrations he poured forth his tale to Brown. "And my father has sworn to kill him, and if he fails I shall take it up." "Kalman, my boy," said Brown, "I cannot wonder that you feel like this. Killing is too good for the brute. But this you cannot do.
The attempt was eminently successful, but Kalman was quick both with hands and head. After the second round Mackenzie allowed the boy to go alone, remaining in the shade and calling out directions across the field. The result was to both a matter of unmixed delight.
French was eager to raise money by mortgaging his ranch and all his possessions, but this proposal Kalman absolutely refused to consider. Brown, too, was opposed to this scheme. Determined that something should be done, French then entered into contracts with the Railroad Company for the supply of ties.
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