"Up all of you fellows, and let me have a look at you!" shouted the castellan. Those present immediately obeyed, and submitted to the inspection.
"The man I want is not here," grumbled Janosics, as he rapidly ran over the assembled faces, but when he came to Kurovics, he laughed aloud.
"Aha, Master Kurovics, so you are here, are you? What brings you out this bitter winter weather, pray?"
"Oh, we must look after our business you know," answered the other, without the least embarrassment.
"Where's your passport?"
"What do I want with one? I don't cross the frontier."
"Well," shouted the other, "what may you be doing here?"
"Hush! not so loud," retorted Kurovics, with a glance at Ráby. "I've got my little cousin to look after."
"Oh, that's the game, is it? Soho, I see; and a nice little baggage it is, I'll be bound. Oh I don't want to wake her if she's tired."
And the castellan sat down between Ráby and Kurovics, and asked the latter for a bit of his tobacco. Then he smoked, but always keeping an eye on Ráby.