I know you, corrupteur! Running after men's wives and our Nance, too! See then you touch la garche and I'll " "See here! We've had enough of this," said Gard, gripping him by the shoulders and shaking him. "If you weren't drunk I'd thrash you within an inch of your life, you brute. Come back when you're sober, and I'll give you a lesson in manners." Tom had been struggling to get his arms up.
He had climbed the cutting and was on the level, when he heard heavy footsteps coming towards him, and the next moment he was face to face with the object of his thoughts. Possibly Tom had expected to meet him and had been preparing for the fray, for he opened at once with a volley of patois which to Gard was so much blank cartridge. "Oh ho, le velas corrupteur! Amuseur! Séducteur!