"Where is the jailer? In heaven's name, tell me," thundered Ráby.
"He is drinking in there," said the man, pointing to a door.
Ráby dashed into the room and found the jailer, seized him by the lappet of his jacket, shook him, and yelled:
"You brute, you scoundrel, what have you done with my servant, I want to know?"
"Your worship, the judge had her locked up in 'the Hole.'"
"Let her out, then, at once, you hound! If you don't, I will slay you on the spot, and willingly pay up the forty gulden fine I shall be mulcted of for killing a peasant. Where is the cell, where are the keys? I tell you, you are to give them to me directly."
The frightened official said humbly that he would soon get the keys, but Ráby held him by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him to the door of "the Hole," made him open it, and called out, "Come out directly, Böske!"
Directly she appeared he seized the girl by the hand, and led her out of her captivity. And he never let go her hand all the way home, in spite of her wish to withdraw it.
"You are a good, honest girl, Böske, who have only been persecuted on my account; there, there, don't cry, they shall pay for this, sure enough!"
And he flourished his sword so threateningly, that all who met them were quite scared and hastened to clear out of their path.