"Not just yet," returned the grasping judge, who having the money in his possession, was resolved to appropriate as much as possible.
"I'm inclined to think that you have been unjustly accused. I therefore permit you as a particular favour to avenge yourself upon Bosja. You must fight with him, kill him if you can, and I shall not hold you responsible."
The orphan looked unutterable things at this permission, whilst Bosja, who was a great coward at heart, turned all manner of colours.
"Your mightiness——" he began.
But the bashaw cut him short.
"You are fined fifty sequins for speaking when you are not spoken to," he cried; "treasurer, collect the money."
But Bosja had not a single coin left.
"Then he must go to prison," said the judge, sternly; "but not till after he has fought with the man he has falsely accused."
"I've no wish to fight. I want to go home," exclaimed Mr. Figgins.
"You're fined another fifty sequins," remarked the bashaw, blandly; "for not wishing to fight when I say you are to fight."