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Lorand saw that here, among the bushes, he had no further use for his gun, so he threw it away, and received his foe unarmed. Now it was face to face! As they clutched each other their eyes met. "You devil!" muttered Kandur, gnashing his teeth; "you have stolen my gold, and my girl. Now I shall repay you." Lorand now knew that the robber was Czipra's father.
Two shots rang out, followed by a heavy fall and a cry of cursing. Topándy had fired from the window and one of the four robbers fell on his face mortally wounded, while another, badly hit, floundered and collapsed near the corridor. The two shots, the noise behind his back, and the unexpected blow confused Kandur; he retreated from the door, leaving his knife in Czipra's hand.
But at that moment the gypsy sprang upon him like a panther, grasping his throat with one hand and placing a pointed knife against his chest with the other. "Oh!" panted the astonished Sárvölgyi. "Who are you? What do you want?" "Who am I?" murmured the fiend in reply, looking like the panther when it has set its teeth in its victim's neck. "I am Kandur, the mad Kandur.
"Don't whine!" hissed Kandur, seizing the girl's arm with one hand, with the other attempting to close her mouth. But terror had made Czipra frantic: tearing down the robber's hand from her mouth, she pushed him back from the door, and with shrill cries awoke the echoes of the night. "Lorand, help! Robbers!"
You may do the same there, by dressing your men as fiddlers and clarinet-players." "Oh ho! Don't think of it. Kandur doesn't play the same joke twice. I shall find the man I want." "I've still something to say. It would be good if you could have them under control before they die." "I know make them confess where they have put my money which they stole?" "Don't begin with that.
The place was ill-adapted for such a struggle. Amid the hindering bushes they stumbled hither and thither; they could not move freely, nor could they turn much, each one fearing that to turn would be fatal. "Come, come away," muttered Kandur, dragging Lorand away from the bushes. "Come onto the grass." Lorand agreed. They passed out into the open.
"I don't mind what I am. I am a highwayman. I like the name." The aim was a laudable one, Kandur: besides you were particular as to whom you fleeced." "Don't try to save me you'll have enough to do to save yourself soon in hell, before the devil's tribunal you may lie his two eyes out, if you want. I have been a highwayman, have killed and robbed even clergymen. I want to kill now, too."
At night the castle is strongly locked, and they are always on the lookout for an attack, they too are audacious fellows." "Just leave it to me. Don't have any fears. What Kandur undertakes is well executed. Crick, crick: that's how I shall break both the fellows' necks." "You are a clever rascal. You showed that in your way of getting at me!
He was writing to his mother about his engagement. About the poor gypsy girl. In the dim light of the beautiful starry night twelve horsemen were following in each others' tracks among the reeds of the morass. Kandur was leading them. Each man had a gun on his shoulder, a pistol in his girdle.
I looked long after them, and waited till they should return. May every saint be merciless to me, if I don't speak the truth!" "Then I shall murder both." "But be careful: they go armed." "What? If I wish I can have a whole host. If I wish I can ravish the whole village in broad daylight. You do not yet know who Kandur is."
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