"Very likely," said Rakoczy. "But that isn't the point. At present the rebels are victorious, and Count Beula is a man of importance."
"Well, it has nothing to do with us," observed Stephen rather crossly.
"Wrong again, my boy. By virtue of his office, he orders you to appear before the committee this very evening;" and the speaker took a printed paper from his pocket.
Stephen tore the document in halves, and threw the pieces on the floor.
"I won't go!" he exclaimed haughtily.
"Yes, you will."
My brother sprang to his feet. His face was crimson, and he angrily demanded what Rakoczy meant.
"Don't lose your temper. The explanation's simple. Unless you attend, the committee will brand you either coward or traitor."
"Rakoczy is right, Stephen. My advice is to go and hear what the count has to say."
Stephen examined his pistols and reached down his sword.