The Galician came up smiling, and French proceeded to give him his first lesson in the manly art, Kalman interpreting his directions.
"Put up your hands so. Now I am going to tap your forehead."
Tap, tap, went French's open knuckles upon the Galician's forehead.
"Look out, man."
Tap, tap, tap, the knuckles went rapping on the man's forehead, despite his flying arms.
"Now," said French, "hit me."
The Galician made a feeble attempt.
"Oh, don't be afraid. Hit me hard."
The Galician lunged forward, but met rigid arms.
"Come, come," said French, reaching him sharply on the cheek with his open hand, "try better than that."