The young hero of the Aula threw up his head proudly. "Yes, I alone will quell the disturbance," he declared.
"I leave you a free hand, comrade," returned Richard; "but I cannot abandon my position, as it would be no easy matter recovering it again."
"Very well, then," assented the other; "you stay here as a passive onlooker. But first may I ask your name?"
"Richard Baradlay."
"Ah, glad to meet you. Your brother and I are good friends."
"My brother Jenő?"
"Yes, he is attached to our headquarters at the Plankenhorsts'."
"Headquarters at the Plankenhorsts'?" repeated Richard, in surprise.
"Yes, indeed. Didn't you know about it? Both of the ladies are most zealous friends of the cause, and they give us the happiest advice and suggestions."
By this time Richard had dismounted and thrown his horse's bridle to old Paul. "So the Plankenhorst ladies are still in the city, are they?" he asked, as he proceeded with Fritz toward the entrance of the convent. "And you say they are friends of the revolutionists. Do you know these women?"