It was not a moment for shooting:—but for a pitched battle, hand to hand.
Nor did the robber load his weapon: he rushed unarmed from his ambuscade as he saw Lorand standing before him, and threw himself in foaming passion upon the youth.
Lorand saw that here, among the bushes, he had no further use for his gun, so he threw it away, and received his foe unarmed.
Now it was face to face!
As they clutched each other their eyes met.
"You devil!" muttered Kandur, gnashing his teeth; "you have stolen my gold, and my girl. Now I shall repay you."
Lorand now knew that the robber was Czipra's father.
He had tried to murder his own daughter.
This idea excited such rage in Lorand's heart that he brought the robber to his knees with one wrench.
But the other was soon on his feet again.