He had the impudence to propose--the dog!--alliance with the young lady Irma.
Bah!" he spat upon the ground.

"And French very properly kicked him out of his house and gave him one minute to remove himself out of gun range.

There was quick running," added old Malkarski with a grim smile.

"But he is a cur.

I wipe him out of my mind." "We must keep close watch these days," said Portnoff.
"They are both like mad dogs, and they will bite." "Ha!" cried Malkarski with sudden vehemence, "if we could strike at once, now! To-night!" His voice rose in a cry, "Ah, if it were to-night! But patience," he muttered.