Fatia Negra burst through it and Szilard followed in the gap that he had made.
Szilard could not help being struck by the terrible comicality of the idea.
So the pandurs rested till midday and then the sergeant began to urge Szilard to set off again or else they would arrive too late.
Szilard seized him by the arm and hoisted him on to a chair again.
Szilard soon had a good supper ready for him, which the youth fell to work upon without ceremony.
And all this must have been done while Szilard had been sitting outside and his men had been sleeping!
Szilard hearkened to the warning and drew the loading out of both his well charged pistols.
With contemptuous coldness Szilard replied: "Surrender, I will not bargain."
At last Leonard was a daily institution at the countess's, while Szilard only appeared there occasionally.
"I mean to have yours," said Szilard and he drew a step nearer to the adventurer.