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Here is a passport; if you are stopped at our lines show it to the guard. And here is a purse; don't spare the contents. And do not speak to a living soul about your mission." "Your orders shall be obeyed," responded Satan Laczi, as he turned to leave the tent. Vavel did not go back to the officers' tent.
"First, because I want to tell the Herr Count that it was not I who attempted to rob the baroness, nor were those thieves comrades of mine. I know that the people around here say it was Satan Laczi; but it was n't, and I came to tell you so. I confess I have robbed churches; but the house which has given shelter and food to my poor little lad is more sacred to me than a church.
This was the second serious cut Satan Laczi had received that day, and was evidently enough to calm his enthusiasm. He staggered to one side, made several vain attempts to straighten himself, then fell suddenly to the earth. His own blade, however, remained in the breast of De Fervlans's horse, where he had thrust it to the hilt.
Those whom the law compelled to equip ten horsemen sent out whole companies, and placed themselves in command." "As I shall do!" appended Count Vavel. "I hope, Herr Vice-palatine, that you will not forget the amnesty for Satan Laczi and his men. They will be of special value as spies." "I have a knot in my handkerchief for that, Herr Count, and shall be sure to remember.
"No; here in Hungary only traitors are hanged," retorted Satan Laczi, in a loud voice, as, with a mighty leap that would have done credit to a horse, he sprang toward the marquis, caught the reins from his hands, and with true robber-wit called: "Surrender, brother-rascal!" De Fervlans raised himself in his stirrups and brought his saber savagely down on the robber's head.
Number two was the famous Laczi Csenkö, the owner of the finest stud in the Alföld, who, rather than tire his own beautiful horses, preferred to go on foot, unless he could drive in somebody else's conveyance. Number three was Lörincz Berki, the most famous hunter and courser in the county, who told falsehoods as glibly as if he lied from dictation.
"Well, you see, one of my fellows happened to grasp him a little too tightly by the collar, because he resisted so obstinately and, besides, it must have been a very weak cord that fastened his soul to his body." "You have not done well, Satan Laczi," reproved the count. "Another time you must bring the prisoner to me alive, for I may learn something of importance from him.
He could not leave his post. For a soldier to quit his post before the enemy is treason. He hurried back to his tent. Satan Laczi was stretched on the bare ground, sleeping soundly. Ludwig shook him vigorously. "Awake awake! You must depart at once." Satan Laczi sprang to his feet. "Take my own horse, and ride for your life the shortest way to Fertöszeg." "And what am I to do there?"
"But how did you manage to open the door when it was locked and the key inside?" inquired the count. Satan Laczi showed him the tools which he used to turn keys from the outside. "Any burglar can open a door from the outside if the key is left in the lock, Herr Count. Only those doors can be securely locked which have no keyholes outside."
The people insist that I was guilty of such baseness because I am Satan Laczi; but the Herr Count, who has doubtless read a description of my person, can say whether or no it was I he saw at the manor." With these words he turned his face toward the light. It was a very repulsive countenance.
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