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."
"At night! What were you doing there?"
"I have removed the supporting beam underneath the bridge leading across
the reservoir! It was a hard bit of work but I had the strength to do
it."
"Why did you do that?"
"Because he will come from the opposite side and immediately he steps on
the middle of the bridge the plank will give way beneath him and he will
fall into the water like a mouse in a trap."
"What is the good of that, he will only swim out again."
"Yes, but his pistols will then be full of water and he will be unable
to use them against you."
Szilard began to perceive that he had a most determined ally with all
sorts of ideas in his head that had never occurred to himself.
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