When he had seven men groveling in the dust at his feet it is said that he straightened himself, and swinging his brawny bare arms, yelled, “Who’s here?” as much as to say, “Who is next to tackle me?”
Больш таго, абяцаў усялякую падтрымку, і каб канчаткова ўбіцца ў давер, гукаў, тыцкаючы пальцам у бок сваёй сьвіты: “Хто тут на цябе?