Part 2 (1/2)

”We'll see that by and by!” snarled Mr. Skinner. ”Now tell us, Janosh, what is the old rascal's crime?”

”Why,” said the Pandur, ”the long and the short of it is, that it was about three o'clock,--was it not, Pishta?--after having had our dinner and rest at the Murder-Tsharda, we rode up to St. Vilmosh forest. We had been on our legs from an early hour this morning, and were apprehensive that we should not be able to obey his wors.h.i.+p's orders about arresting at least one suspicious character, when Pishta spied a horseman near St.

Vilmosh forest, and a man to whom he was talking. 'Suppose this is Viola,' said Pishta, who was just lighting his pipe. 'Ah, indeed!

suppose this is Viola!' said I; and when I looked at the horseman, I thought it was----”

”Viola?” said Mr. Skinner, with a voice which left no doubt about the answer which he expected.

”I'm sure it was he, your wors.h.i.+p,” replied Janosh; ”I'll bet any thing it was he.”

”Now this fellow is short-sighted,” interrupted Akosh; ”I wonder how many robbers Pishta saw.”

”We'll see that by and by!” said Mr. Skinner, angrily. ”The devil may be a judge when robbers and vagabonds find such protection. Go on. What happened next? Did you see any thing more of the criminal?”

”How was it possible? We spurred our horses on, but the poor beasts were so tired they would not run; and when we came to the place, we found no one but the old gipsy, walking to St. Vilmosh.”

”Well?” said the judge impatiently.

”Of course they handcuffed him, for who knows what outrage he might have committed if he had come to St. Vilmosh,” cried Akosh. ”They are the very fellows to be sent after robbers. They will soon starve all robbers, by preventing honest men from leaving their houses.”

Old Peti saw that he had found a protector. Growing bolder, he asked to be freed from his handcuffs, and though the justice opposed, he yielded at length to the entreaties of Kalman, Akosh, and Vandory, though not without muttering something about ”patibulandus” and ”fautores criminum.”

”And what happened when you came up with the gipsy?” said Mr. Skinner, again addressing the Pandurs. ”Was there any thing very suspicious about the old hang-dog scoundrel?”

”There was indeed!” said Janosh, twirling his moustache. ”When we came up with the gipsy,--which was rather late, for the old Moor ran very fast,--Pishta called out to him, at which he appeared frightened.”

”Frightened?” said Mr. Skinner. ”Frightened, indeed; I'd be glad to know the reason;” and the Clerk, shaking his head, added, ”This is indeed suspicious!”

”Begging your lords.h.i.+p's pardon,” cried the gipsy, ”the gentlemen swore at me, and c.o.c.ked their pistols, which made me believe that they were robbers.”

”Hold your tongue, you cursed black dog! If you say another word, you shall have beating enough to last you a twelvemonth.” Having thus mildly admonished the prisoner, Mr. Skinner proceeded with the ”benevolum.” ”Go on, Janosh,” said he.

And Janosh went on: ”Upon this Pishta asked him, 'Where is Viola?' and he answered, 'I never saw him.'”

”But we saw him in conversation with Viola!” cried the second Pandur. ”I said, 'Peti, you are a liar; we have seen you talking to Viola! and unless you confess it, we'll make you dance to a queer kind of music.”

”What did the gipsy say to that?” asked the Clerk.

”He said he did not know who the horseman was, which made me angry; for your wors.h.i.+p is aware that Peti knows every body. When he saw me angry, he wanted to run away.”

”Oh, Goodness gracious!” cried the gipsy; ”why should I not run away, when they fell to beating me, and offered to handcuff me?”

”An honest man,” said Kenihazy sententiously, ”cares not for handcuffs.”

”I thought so too,” quoth Janosh; ”therefore, when we saw that he was indeed a criminal, we hunted him down, bound his hands, and took him to his wors.h.i.+p.”

”You did your duty,” said Mr. Skinner. ”Now take the old fox to my house. To-morrow we'll commit him to gaol.”

”But,” cried Peti, ”I a.s.sure your wors.h.i.+p I am as innocent as the babe unborn!”

”I dare say you are!” said the justice with a bitter sneer. ”You don't know Viola,--of course you don't. Who shod Viola's horse? eh?”