"Out with it!" cried Addie, scarlet with rage. And he flew at Jaap's throat.
"Oh, hang it! Shut up!" shouted the two others.
But Jaap and Addie were struggling. Their boyish hatred suddenly burst forth:
"Out with it! Why do you call me an Italian?"
Addie was very strong, stronger than Jaap, who was a year and a half older than he and taller. He got him down: his small, hard knuckles were at Jaap's throat; and he was nearly strangling him. The others pulled him off:
"That'll do, I say! Shut up!"
They pulled Addie away from Jaap; and now Jaap, furious because he had been beaten, purple in the face, half choking, unable to control his hate, cried out:
"Because you're not the son of your father!"
"Hold your jaw!" shouted Piet and Chris to Jaap.
But the word was spoken and Addie was like a madman: