The night was quite still, the whole region was dumb save for the gurgling of the water rushing through the sluices. The pandurs were snoring in the living room, for they were allowed to sleep till two o'clock. Only Vamhidy kept watch with a single pandur who was guarding the prisoners in the cellar.
"The Lord God bless thee!" a hushed voice suddenly resounded from among the brown bushes and Szilard distinguished by the light of the rising moon a tall dark shape approaching the mill path. It was blind Juon.
"How did you know anyone was here?" enquired Szilard suspiciously.
"I heard you sigh, sir, once or twice and I knew you were awake for I warned you beforehand to watch—to-night he will be upon you."
"Who?"
"Who? Why Fatia Negra."
"So you think he will be bold enough?"
"I know that he is already on the way."
"And where were you just now?"
"I was working in the mill-ditch."