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But Erös Béla was a proud man in the county: he would not hear of any festival attendant upon his marriage being less than gorgeous and dazzling before the eyes of the whole countryside.
Elsa never disliked him, she accepted his attentions just as she did those of everyone else. Periodically Béla would make a formal proposal of marriage, which Irma néni, in her own name and that of Elsa's paralytic father, invariably accepted. But to his sober and well-worded proposals Elsa gave the same replies that she gave to her more impetuous adorers. "I don't want to marry. Not yet!"
"What for you get up so early?" she demanded. "Bela, we got something to say to you," Big Jack began portentously. "More talk?" asked Bela. "This is serious." "Well, say it." "Let's go outside," said Joe nervously. "It's suffocating in here." Filing out of the shack, they stood against the wall in a row Big Jack, Black Shand, Husky, and Young Joe. Bela stood off a little way, watching them warily.
What was this goal? As she felt herself lifted, nay, almost hurled aside, she turned to see and found it to be a door before which the devoted Bela had now thrown himself, guarding it with every inch of his powerful but rapidly sinking body, and chattering defiance with his bloodless, quivering lips a figure terrible in anger, sublime in purpose, and piteous in its failing energies.
His eldest son Bela had already gained the respect and affection of the people by the firmness of his character and his love of justice; and Andrew, jealous of his popularity, obliged him to fly the kingdom and seek protection from Leopold, Duke of Austria.
As soon as they had passed out of sight of the boat, Bela pulled Sam into the bushes, and they worked back under cover to a point whence they could watch their pursuers in comparative safety. "Maybe they goin' land this side," she suggested. "If they land, run lak hell and jomp in my boat." Sam never thought of smiling. Five minutes of breathless suspense succeeded.
"And a good thing for you, too!" cried Joe. "By George, I've a good mind to thrash him for that!" muttered Jack. His attention was attracted in the other direction by a laugh from Bela. It had anything but a merry sound, but their ears were not sharp enough to detect the lack. Bela's nostrils were dilated, and her lip oddly turned back. But she laughed. "He is fonny cook!" she said. "I got laugh!"
They heard him talking to his horses outside. Joe, scowling and avoiding Bela's eye, dropped into the seat the other man had vacated. "Breakfast," he muttered. Bela knew very well that it was his custom to eat before he started out in the morning. She said nothing, but glanced at the clock on the dresser. "Ah, you'll feed him any time he wants!" snarled Joe.
In vain Pechorin kissed her cold lips it was impossible to bring her to. "Pechorin mounted; I lifted Bela from the ground and somehow managed to place her before him on his saddle; he put his arm round her and we rode back. "'Look here, Maksim Maksimych, said Grigori Aleksandrovich, after a few moments of silence. 'We will never bring her in alive like this.
"MacGreg him make for maquisha," declared Bela Moshi grimly, as he carefully blacked the foresight of his rifle. "Maquisha" in the Haussa language signifies something more than finished.
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