the back of him, Binder declared firmly, "Not till it rains."
"Control yourself, sir," said another excited man. "It's Mr. Kuzenda speaking to you."
"Leave him to me, Mr. Hudec," cried the bearded man. "I'll soon settle with him myself. I'm telling you for the second time; clear out with that thing or, in the name of the Lord, I'll smash it up for you."
"And as for you," said Jan Binder, "get out of here or, in the name of the Lord, I'll knock the teeth out of your head."
"God Almighty!" shouted Brych, the stoker, forcing his way through the crowd to the front. "Just let him try!"
"Brother," said Kuzenda soothingly, "let us first try to settle it quietly. Binder, you are carrying on foul witchcraft here, and we'll not put up with it so close to the sacred shrine of our dredge."
"Your dredge is a fraud!" said Binder decisively.
"What did you say?" cried Kuzenda, cut to the quick.
"Your dredge is a fraud!"
What happened next it is hard to disentangle into any logical sequence. It seems that the first blow was struck by the baker from Kuzenda's camp, but Binder landed him a blow on the head with his fist. The gamekeeper struck Binder on the chest with his gunstock, but directly afterwards he lost his gun, and
