"There will be enough and to spare of fighting before the war ends," said my brother. "The army moves in a few days for Pesth."
I asked him to look in again before they left, and he promised to do so if Görgei gave him a chance.
When he had gone, my comrades talked over the news, and it was plain that, like myself, they foresaw trouble in the future.
Thurzo put the matter very straight.
"If the Austrians win," he said, "we shall all have to pay, and a very dreary performance it will be. If the victory falls to us, we shall very soon be flying at one another's throats."
"The army is with Görgei," I said.
"But Kossuth has a powerful following, and the Poles will help him to a man."
"Worse still," said Dobozy. "Hungary is fast becoming the dumping-ground for the republicans of every country in Europe. Germans, Italians, French are all swarming over here like carrion-crows to a dead horse."
"They wish to help the cause."
"By forming a republic," replied Dobozy angrily; "and we won't have it. I'm like your brother, and think Kossuth a great genius; but he isn't the only man in Hungary."