He did not wish to make use of his podorojna, which would have drawn attention to him, and he was most unwilling also, by giving up his horses, to delay his journey, and yet he must not engage in a struggle which might compromise his mission.
The two reporters looked at him ready to support him should he appeal to them.
"My horses will remain in my carriage," said Michael, but without raising his tone more than would be suitable for a plain Irkutsk merchant.
The traveler advanced towards Michael and laid his hand heavily on his shoulder.

"Is it so ?" he said roughly.

"You will not give up your horses to me ?" "No," answered Michael.
"Very well, they shall belong to whichever of us is able to start.
Defend yourself; I shall not spare you!" So saying, the traveler drew his saber from its sheath, and Nadia threw herself before Michael.
Blount and Alcide Jolivet advanced towards him.
"I shall not fight," said Michael quietly, folding his arms across his chest.
"You will not fight ?" "No." "Not even after this ?" exclaimed the traveler.

And before anyone could prevent him, he struck Michael's shoulder with the handle of the whip.
At this insult Michael turned deadly pale.

His hands moved convulsively as if he would have knocked the brute down.