There's no one to bring him to his senses, so he rages about as he likes!

KUDRIASH.
There are too few lads of my stamp or we'd have broken him of it.

SHAPKIN.
Why, what would you have done?

KUDRIASH.
We'd have given him a good scare.

SHAPKIN.
How'd you do that?

KUDRIASH.
Why, four or five of us would have had a few words with him, face to face,
in some back street, and he'd soon have been as soft as silk. And he'd
never have let on to a soul about the lesson we'd given him; he'd just
have walked off and taken care to look behind him.

SHAPKIN.
I see he'd some reason for wanting to get you sent for a soldier.

KUDRIASH.
He wanted to, right enough, but he didn't do it. No, he won't get rid of
me; he's an inkling that I'd make him pay too dear for it. You're afraid
of him, but I know how to talk to him.

SHAPKIN.
Oh, I daresay!