Then the bell began to ring, and the peasants came out of their doors, armed with pitchforks and clubs: noisy crowds collected. In their midst were one or two bound figures whom they drove forward with blows: they had seized the robbers.
The battle was irremediably lost. The chief criminal saw the toils closing in on him but had no time to make his escape.
CHAPTER XXX
I BELIEVE....!
Day was dawning.
Topándy had not left Czipra since she had been wounded. He sat alone beside her bed.
Servants and domestics had other things to do now: they were standing before the magistrate, face to face with the captured robbers. The magisterial inquiry demanded the presence of them all.
Topándy was alone with the wounded girl.
"Where is Lorand?" whispered Czipra.