"Where is the blind boy?" said Janko at last, raising his voice.
"He will be here soon," was the answer.
At that very moment the blind boy appeared, carrying on his back a packet, which he placed in the bark.
"Listen," said Janko, "keep a good watch here; the things you know are valuable. Tell"—(here a name was uttered which I could not catch) "that I am no longer in his service. Things have taken a bad turn. He will see me no more. The situation is so dangerous that I must get something to do elsewhere. He will not find such another very easily. You may add that, if he had rewarded more liberally the dangerous services rendered to him, Janko would not have left him in the lurch. If he wants to know where to find me—where the wind howls, where the sea foams, that is where I am at home."
After a moment's silence, Janko went on: "Say she accompanies me. She cannot remain here. Tell the old woman that she has done her time, and that she ought to be satisfied. We shall not see her again."
"And I?" murmured the blind boy.
"I cannot be troubled about you."
The young girl leapt into the boat, and with her hand made a sign to her companion.
"Here," he said to the blind boy, "that will do to buy a gingerbread."
"Nothing more?" replied the child.