Amid the hindering bushes they stumbled hither and thither; they could not move freely, nor could they turn much, each one fearing that to turn would be fatal.
"Come, come away," muttered Kandur, dragging Lorand away from the bushes. "Come onto the grass."
Lorand agreed.
They passed out into the open.
There the robber madly threw himself upon Lorand again.
He tried no more to throw him, but to drag him after him, with all his might.
Lorand did not understand what his foe wished.
Always further, further:—
Lorand twice threw him, but the robber clung to him and scrambled up again, dragging him always further away.
Suddenly Lorand perceived what his opponent's intention was.