"Don't try to keep the girls if they start to take them," he said as rapidly as he could talk.
"There they go again!" said the woman "What are they up to, do you think?"
Michael went over to Warren.
"Do you want your head broken again?" he scowled. "You will get it. And you, too!" He turned to Ivan, and shouted threateningly across the room. "It will be your turn if I hear you speak again."
Ivan, who had said all he wanted to, nodded and was silent.
Soon Michael and Patro picked Ivan up and carried him to the massive bench that stood at one side of the table, and seating him there, tied his legs in a clever fashion so that he was unable to reach the bonds, he was so wedged between the bench and table. The place must once have been a public wine room, and what furniture there was of the heaviest sort.
Warren they lifted and tied in the same manner on the opposite side of the great table.
"There!" said the woman Martha. "Now you can see each other, and talk as long as you like." She looked at the men and laughed.
"Where are you going?" said Ivan in Polish.
"Well," said the woman, "I don't mind telling you in the least."