"It's my belief you filled up on wine before you got the gold," said another voice in the crowd.
"You may have any belief you choose," shouted Ivan angrily. "But now stand aside. I am going on my way."
"Not until you give us a share of your spoils," said a voice close to him.
"Ho!" said Ivan. "You think so. Ho! Ho!"
He took a step forward and his merriment subsided.
"Stand aside there!" he commanded sternly.
For a moment it appeared that the crowd would give before him, but a man in the back of the crowd cried:
"What! will you run from one man, a drunken man at that?"
Another, closer to the giant, reached out a hand and sought to clutch the bag of gold Ivan held in his left hand.
With a sudden movement and a loud cry, Ivan stretched forth a hand and seized the man by the throat. Then he lifted him high in the air and hurled him through space. The man struck the ground with a loud cry of pain.