Part 86 (1/2)

The blows of the crowbars redoubled in force, and the bullets that broke through the closed windows dislodged the plaster from the walls; shot followed shot.

Lorand had no other care than to see if the wounded girl's pillows were well arranged.

”Lorand,” said the girl breathlessly. ”Leave me. They are numerous.

Escape. Put the lamp out, and when everything is dark--then leave me alone.”

Certainly it would be good to extinguish the lamp, because the robbers were aiming into that room on account of it.

”Lorand! Where are you? Lorand,” Topandy's voice sounded in the corridor.

At that sound Lorand began to realize the danger that threatened the whole household.

”Come and take your gun!” said the old man standing in the doorway. His face was just as contemptuous as ever. There was not the least trace of excitement, fright or anger upon it.

Lorand rose from his kneeling posture beside the bed.

”Don't waste time putting your boots on!” bawled the old fellow. ”Our guests are come. We must meet them. Where is Czipra? She can load our weapons while we fire.”

”Czipra cannot, for she is wounded.”

Topandy then discovered for the first time that Czipra was lying there.

”A shot?” he asked of Lorand.

”A knife thrust.”

”Only a knife thrust? That will heal. Czipra can stand that, can't you, my child? We'll soon repay the wretches. Remain here, Czipra, quietly, and don't move. We two will manage it. Bring your weapon and ammunition, Lorand. Bring the lamp out into the corridor. Here they can spy directly upon us. Luckily the brigands are not used to handle guns; they only waste powder.”

”But can we leave Czipra here alone?” asked Lorand anxiously.

Czipra clasped her hands and looked at him.

”Go,” she panted. ”Go away: if you don't I shall get up from here and look out for myself.”

”Don't be afraid. They cannot come here,” said Topandy; then, lifting the lamp from the table himself, and taking Lorand's hand, he drew him out from the room.

In the corridor they halted to decide on a plan of action.

”The villains are still numerous,” said Topandy: ”yet I've accounted for two of them already. I have been round the rooms, and see that every exit is barred. They cannot enter, for the doors have been made just for such people, and the windows are protected by bolts and shutters. I have eight charges myself: even if they break in, before anyone can come this far, there will be no one left.--But something else may happen. If the wretches see we are defending ourselves well they will set the house on fire over us and so compel us to rush into the open. Then the advantage is theirs. So your business is to take a double-barrelled gun and ascend to the roof. My butler and the cook have hidden themselves away and I cannot entice them out: if they were here I should send one of them with you.”

The robbers were beating the door angrily with their crowbars.

”In a moment!” exclaimed Topandy jokingly.--”The rogues seem to be impatient.”

”And what shall I do on the roof?” asked Lorand.

”Wait patiently! I shall tell you in good time. No Turk is chasing you.--You go up and make your exit upon the roof by means of the attic window: then you crawl round on all fours along the gutter, without trying to shoot: leave them to pound upon all four doors. I shall join in the serenade, when necessary. But if you see they are beginning to strike lights and set straw on fire, you must put a stop to it. The gutter will defend you against their fire, they cannot see you, but when they start a blaze, you can accurately aim at each one. That is what I wanted to say.”

”Very well,” said Lorand, taking his cartridges from his gun-case.