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Lorand, after his shot, immediately fell on his knees: and it was very lucky he did so, for in the next moment Kandur discharged both his barrels from beside the pillar, and the aim was true, as Lorand discovered from the fact that the bullets dislodged leaves just above his head, that came fluttering down upon him. Then he turned to the third side.
"I shall pray for your soul." "The devil! Man, do you think I care? Prayer is just about as potent with you as with me. Better give a pile of money to enable me to collect a band. My men must have money." "All right, Kandur: don't be angry, Kandur: you know I'm awfully fond of you. I have not persecuted you like others.
"Excellent couldn't be better. Leave the rest to me. Two days later Kandur will have no need to indulge in such work." Then he began to count on his fingers, as if he were reckoning to himself. "Well, in the first place, I get money in the second, I have my revenge in the third, I take away Czipra, in the fourth, I shall have my fill of human blood, in the fifth, I get money again.
He who kills them is doing as just an action as the man that shoots a wolf or a hawk." "True, true;" Kandur nodded assent. "This rogue who stole away your daughter laid a snare for another innocent creature. He must have two, one for his right hand, the other for his left.
There in the slacked lime the skin will leave our bodies: I shall put on yours, you mine: how pretty we two shall be!" The robber laughed. Lorand gathered all his strength to resist the mad attempt. Kandur suddenly caught Lorand's right arm with both of his, clung to him like a leech, and with a devilish smile said, "Come now, come along!" and drew Lorand nearer, nearer to the edge of the pit.
Have you ever seen a mad Kandur? That is what I am. Don't you know me now?" "What do you want?" "What do I want? Your bones and your skin: your black blood. You highwayman! You robber!" So saying, he tore the bandage from his eye: there was nothing amiss with that eye. "Do you know me now, herdsman?" It would have been in vain to scream.
Hither with the canteen. Let's drink a little Dutch courage first. Begin. Hentes. A long draught of brandy is, you know, good before a feast." The tin went round and returned to Kandur almost empty. "Look, I have hardly left you any," said the last drinker in a tone of apologetic modesty. "To-day I don't drink brandy.
I have always spoken gently to you and have always sheltered you from your persecutors. No one ever dared to look for you in my house." "No more babbling just give over the money." "Very well, Kandur. Hold your cap." Sárvölgyi stepped up to a very strong iron safe, and unfastening the locks one by one, raised its heavy door placing the candle on a chair beside him. The robber's eyes gleamed.
That cursed fellow has enchanted her and is spoiling her." "I'll spoil his head!" "What will you do with him?" Kandur showed, with the knife in his hand, what he would do bury that in his heart and twist it round therein. "How will you get at him? He has always a gun in the daytime: he acts as if he were going a-shooting.
Along the winding road the mare Farao, treading lightly, led them: she too seemed to hasten, and sometimes broke through the reeds, making a short cut, as if she too were goaded on by some thirst for vengeance. Among the willows, wills-o'-the-wisps were dancing. They surrounded the horsemen, and followed their movements. Kandur smote at them with his lash.
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