The Decurio spoke a few words in the Wallachian language, on which they replied more vehemently than before, at the same time thrusting forward the kalpag on the pole.
The Decurio turned hastily round. "Was your name written on your kalpag?" he asked the young man, in evident embarrassment.
"It was."
"Unhappy youth! The people, furious at not having found you, are determined to attack your father's house."
"And you will permit them?" asked the youth, starting from bed.
"I dare not contradict them, unless I would lose their confidence. I can prevent nothing."
"Give me up—let them wreak their bloody vengeance on my head!"
"I should only betray myself for having concealed you; and it would not save your father's house."
"And if they murder the innocent and unprotected, on whom will the ignominy of their blood fall?"
"On me; but I will give you the means of preventing this disgrace. Do you accept it?"