"They acknowledge neither God nor law. They do as they please. When did you last see your daughter?"
"Two weeks ago."
"Did you not see how worn she is? That cursed fellow has enchanted her and is spoiling her."
"I'll spoil his head!"
"What will you do with him?"
Kandur showed, with the knife in his hand, what he would do—bury that in his heart and twist it round therein.
"How will you get at him? He has always a gun in the daytime: he acts as if he were going a-shooting. At night the castle is strongly locked, and they are always on the lookout for an attack,—they too are audacious fellows."
"Just leave it to me. Don't have any fears. What Kandur undertakes is well executed. Crick, crick: that's how I shall break both the fellows' necks."
"You are a clever rascal. You showed that in your way of getting at me! You may do the same there, by dressing your men as fiddlers and clarinet-players."
"Oh ho! Don't think of it. Kandur doesn't play the same joke twice. I shall find the man I want."