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"Kalman," he said, "you are a brick and a gentleman. I have been a brute and a cad." "Oh, no, no, no!" sobbed the boy. "You are a good man. But I wish you would leave it alone." "In God's name," said French bitterly, "I wish it too."
Am I right in thinking that this is the engineer's camp, for which a load of oats was ordered this morning?" Jack French was standing, hat in hand, looking his admiration and perplexity, for Kalman had not told him anything of this girl. "Yes, this is the camp. At least, I heard Mr.
Brown, too, needed coal for his mill. At the Crossing there was large demand for coal, while correspondence with the Railroad Company discovered to Kalman a limitless market for the product of his mine.
At the same instant, upon the opposite side of the ravine, appeared Brown, riding down the slope like a madman, and shouting at the top of his voice, "French! French! Kalman! For God's sake, come here!" Out of the cave rushed the two men. As they appeared Brown stood waving his hands wildly. "Come here! Come, for God's sake! Come!" His eyes fell upon the blazing train.
Kalman, come hither. Irma, you will care for your brother. He is young. He is a boy. He will need care. Kalman, heart of my life!" "He does not understand Russian," said Paulina. "Speak in Galician." "Ha," cried the man, turning sharply upon her as if he had forgotten her existence. "Kalman, my son," he proceeded in Russian, "did you not understand what I said to your sister?"
The boy stood without word, without motion, without tear, his light blue eyes fixed upon his father's face, his fair skin white but for a faint spot of red on his cheek. "Obey your sister, Kalman, and defend her. And listen, boy." His voice deepened into a harsh snarl, his fingers sank into the boy's shoulder, but the boy winced not. "If any man does her wrong, you will kill him. Say it, boy?
"He is dead," said Brown. "God's mercy meet him!" "Ah," said old Kalmar, "I breathe freer now that his breath no longer taints the air. My work is done." "Oh, my father," cried Kalman brokenly, "may God forgive you!" "Boy," said the old man sternly, "mean you for the death of yon dog? You hang the murderer. He is many times a murderer. This very night he had willed to murder you and your friend.
Kalman looked on in admiration while French, without loss of temper, without oath or objurgation, went on quietly with his work. "Have to put a hitch on him, Jimmy, I guess," said French after he had failed in repeated attempts.
Opening the papers, Kalman proceeded to read them carefully, by the light of the lantern, French smoking calmly the while. "Have you no better light than this, Rosenblatt?" said French at length. "Surely there are candles about here." He walked toward the back of the cave. "Ah, my God!" cried Rosenblatt, seizing him and drawing him toward the table again. "Sit down, sit down.
"Give him another," shouted a voice. "No, Kalman," said his sister in a low voice, "no more beer." But the boy only laughed at her as he filled his mug again. "I am too full to sing just now," he cried; "let us dance," and, seizing Irma, he carried her off under the nose of the disappointed Sprink, joining with the rest in one of the many fascinating dances of the Hungarian people.
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