Then, throwing his gun over his shoulder, and seizing the rope with both his hands, he leaned his whole weight on it, to see if it would hold.
When he was convinced that the rope would bear his weight, he began to clamber over from the roof to the sycamore tree, suspended in the air, on the slender rope.
Those below could not see him as they were under the verandah, nor could they notice the noise because of their own efforts: the little disturbance caused by the shaking of a branch and the dropping of a figure from the tree was drowned by the shaking of doors, and the discharge of firearms.
Lorand reached the ground without mishap.
The sycamore tree stood at a corner of the castle, about thirty paces from the besieged door.
Lorand could not see the robbers from this position: the northern side of the verandah was overgrown with creepers which covered the windows.
He must get nearer to them.
The bushes under Czipra's window offered him a suitable position, being about ten paces from the door, which was plainly visible from them.
Lorand cocked both triggers, and started alone with one gun against the whole robber-band.
When he reached the bushes he could see the rascals well.