"A plague upon your jesting eyes!" hissed the robber through the knife. "Why do you frighten a fellow? The darts of Heaven destroy you!"
He was still trembling, so frightened had he been.
The loaded weapon in another's hand had driven away all his courage.
The robber could only be audacious, not courageous.
"Hold your cap."
Sárvölgyi shovelled the heap of silver coins into the robber's cap.
"Now perhaps you can believe it is not fear that makes me confide in you?"
"A plague upon you. How you alarmed me!"
"Well, now collect your wits and listen to me."
The robber stuffed the money into his pockets and listened with contracted eyebrows.