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Updated: June 23, 2025
The captain approached Timar, who was waiting for him at the door of the cabin. "Are you in command of this vessel?" "At your service." "On board this ship, under the false name of Euthemio Trikaliss, there is a fugitive treasurer from Turkey a pasha with stolen treasures."
Meanwhile, a new towing-rope was attached to the vessel, the oxen harnessed, and before half an hour had passed, the "St. Barbara" was on her way again through the Iron Gate, and on the opposite side of the stream. When Timar returned on board, his exertions had dried his clothes. The ship was saved, perhaps doubly saved, and with it the cargo, Euthemio, and Timéa.
Then the inspector turns to the captain, and both the other officials ground their arms. Still three paces apart! One can't tell whether the man has not got the plague. The examination begins. "Where from?" "Galatz." "Name of ship's owner?" "Athan Brazovics." "Owner of cargo?" "Euthemio Trikaliss." "Where are the ship's papers?" The reception of these is carefully arranged.
Timéa sprung up from beside Noémi and gave the bracelet to the housewife: then she sat down by Euthemio and leaned her head on his shoulder. Timar interpreted the gift. "The young lady gives it to the little girl as a remembrance it is gold." As soon as he said that it was of gold, the woman threw it, frightened, from her hand, as if it were a real snake.
Trikaliss looked very gloomy when he heard the stranger had left before sunrise, and the following night he called Timar to his cabin. "I am dying," he said. "I want to die I have taken poison. Timéa will not wake till all is over. My true name is not Euthemio Trikaliss, but Ali Tschorbadschi. I was once governor of Candia, and then treasurer in Stamboul.
She had cooked the two snipe with oatmeal, but whispered to Timar that that was only food for ladies; for the gentlemen she had some good fried pork. Timar attacked it bravely, but Euthemio touched none of it, saying he had no appetite, and Timéa rose suddenly from the table.
The name of the captain is Michael Timar. He is a man of about thirty, with fair hair and dreary blue eyes. At the door of the ship's cabin sits a man of fifty, smoking a Turkish chibouque. Euthemio Trikaliss is the name under which he is registered in the way-book, and he is the owner of the cargo. The ship itself belongs to a merchant of Komorn called Athanas Brazovics.
Steps were audible in the sand; a sailor came from the landing-place with the news that the vessel was ready for departure, the wind had gone down, and they could proceed. The guests came out of the little dwelling: Euthemio Trikaliss and his daughter, the beautiful Timéa, with her dazzling pale face.
"On board this vessel travels a Greek corn-merchant, of the name of Euthemio Trikaliss, not with stolen treasures but with purchased grain. The vessel was searched at Orsova, and here are the certificates. This is the first; be so good as to read it, and see if all is not as I say. I know nothing of any Turkish pasha." "Where is he?" "If he was a Greek, with Abraham; if a Turk, with Mohammed."
"Don't be afraid," Euthemio tried to console her; "when it passes the rock the cat will spring ashore, and be very happy living with the marmots." Only unluckily the cat, keeping on the hither side of the roof, could not see the island. When the "St.
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