"Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood. He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men, "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men.

He had not been to Holland when he painted his Spanish pictures. Velasquez clearly inspired them; but there never was in his work any of the noble delicacies of the Spaniard; it was always nearer to the plainer and more forgive the phrase yokel-like eloquence of Hals. The art of Hals he seemed to have divined; it seems to have come instinctively to him.

"Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood. He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men.