"Bound to submit," said Rakoczy cheerfully, "they can't do anything else. A revolution seldom succeeds unless the army joins the people."
We spent the day amongst the wounded, and at night, a capitulation having been agreed on, helped to convey some of them into the city.
Then, quite worn out by thirty-six hours of continuous labour, we went to our lodgings, and after eating a little food, lay down to rest.
Rakoczy, who lived in another house, joined us the next morning at breakfast, and we sat for an hour talking over our plans.
Stephen was anxious to leave Vienna at the first opportunity, and as Rakoczy had finished his private business, it was arranged that we should do so.
"We will go and see the imperialists march in," remarked John; "afterwards it will be easy to slip away."
Accordingly we went out, and found the streets filled with excited people who were shouting tumultuously, "Long live the brave Hungarians!"
"What's the meaning of this craze?" Stephen asked, looking at us in surprise.
"Something up," said Rakoczy, "and something queer too. Let us follow the crowd; we shall soon learn."
"Strange there should be so few students and National Guards about," I remarked.