"Yes, "twas I!"
"The devil it was!" cried Hafran furiously. "I"ll cut you in two this very instant. Don"t you know that you drove us into the very jaws of the devil with your d----d trumpet, and that forty of our comrades went straight to h.e.l.l in consequence! Stay where you are on that barrel, that I may cut you in two at a blow!"
With that he drew his broad palash from its sheath, and grasped it with both hands.
But this time Simplex did not take the matter as a joke, but sprang down from the barrel and fled to his protector, Janko, who, laughing with hideous glee, warded off with his sword the strokes which Hafran aimed at poor Simplex, all the while opening wide his yellow-stained jaws, which with their yellow fangs looked like the jaws of a lion.
"Serve you all right!" cried he as he warded off Hafran"s blows.
"What! fifty of you to be scared by a single trumpeter! Let him be in peace! He has to carry a message to my sweetheart. Whoever touches him is a dead man!"
At this the wrath of Hafran against Simplex subsided, but he insisted on his leaping over his bare palash, and little as Simplex felt inclined to jump into the air just then, he had to do it; and the jest so took the fancy of the robbers that they one and all made the trumpeter jump over their swords likewise, till at last he became so tired that he threw himself p.r.o.ne on the ground and allowed himself to be beaten with the flats of their swords rather than jump over them any more.
Meanwhile Janko had gone to sleep. It was his custom to slumber in a sitting position, but he slept so deeply that not even a roaring lion could have awakened him.
Gradually also the remaining robbers fell down one by one heavy with drink.
Only Bajus remained sober.
It was a wise provision of the robbers that one of their leaders should always remain sober; he drank nothing but mead mixed with water, and mounted guard over the whole band when they had drunk their fill.
It was already midnight; the moon came forth from behind the rocks and shone among the dark pine branches.
"Up, you rogues!" cried Bajus, "the banquet is over. Make ready to depart elsewhere, that we may all be on the right spot at the right moment in the morning."
At this command all the fires were extinguished one after the other.
When it was quite dark they began to deliberate in whispers which of their plans should be carried out first.
One plan was to attack the Iglo annual fair in the broad daylight, set the town on fire, plunder the merchants, and sack the town-hall.
Their second plan was to steal their way into the lair of the vihodar of Zeb through a secret subterranean pa.s.sage, capture him and his son alive, and make them suffer all the tortures which they had inflicted on their comrades; as for the young woman, they would cast lots for her.
For a long time they could not come to any agreement.
At last they resolved to attack the Iglo fair; the vihodar they would leave to some subsequent occasion, especially as they would first of all have to gain over Barbara Pirka, for otherwise that evil witch was quite capable of throttling all the a.s.sailants one after the other single-handed.
Simplex listened, and his teeth chattered with fear. What he heard filled him with joy and terror at the same time--joy because he had now an additional argument for moving his bosom friend to rescue Michal from her frightful position; terror lest the robbers might suddenly remember that they were betraying their horrible secrets to one who was not of their band. And if they should remember, what would become of him?
He would have given anything to have been able to creep inside the crevices of the rocks near which he was cowering, so that the robbers might not perceive him.
All at once the moon, which had now risen, shone full on the spot where Simplex stood, and Hafran perceived him.
"What shall we do to prevent this fellow from betraying us?" cried he, and with that he took him by the collar and dragged him into the midst of them.
"Strike him dead!" cried Bajus.
Poor Simplex was greatly terrified; he began to piteously implore them not to do him any harm.
"Silence, fellow!" cried Hafran; "a stout-hearted lad must not blubber. He must stand firm even when the skin is being flayed from his body. Whine, and you are a dead man! We"ll have no cowards here!
Tremble if you dare!"
"Strike him dead!" repeated Bajus, who was quite sober.
"That"ll never do," said Hafran. "We promised Janko that we would not kill the trumpeter. Besides, the fellow has played well and entertained us finely. He has made good again all the harm he did with his cursed trumpet at the Devil"s Castle. At the same time we must not let him go away before us, or he will betray us to the county train-bands. Let us take him a little way down the road and smash one of his legs, so that he may not be able to go any further.
In the morning some wayfarer or other will be sure to find him and take care of him. What do you say?"
But this proposition was anything but satisfactory to Simplex; not at any price would he hear of having his leg broken.
"Come, come, lad!" cried Hafran, soothingly. "Don"t be scared at such a trifle! A small fracture is an everyday occurrence. The shepherdess in the hut by the roadside will put it in splints for you, mutter a charm over it, and you"ll be able to dance a jig with it in no time. Here are twelve dollars to pay your expenses in the meantime; you wouldn"t get as much as that from the county if you went to law about it."
And they seized poor Simplex by both arms to drag him to the place where his leg was to be shattered. Then despair suggested the saving thought of begging the robbers to allow him to blow his own funeral march, and holding the funnel of his trumpet to the ear of the sleeping Janko he blew with such force that the robber chieftain started up from his sleep and leapt his own height in the air.
"Janko! they want to kill me! Don"t allow it, Janko!" cried the agonized wretch.
Janko yawned and stretched himself. Then he roughly repulsed the mob which surrounded him, and wrapped Simplex in his mantle.
"Fear nothing, my lad! I"ll not let them hurt you!"
But the rest became more and more importunate.
"Are you mad, Janko? Will you let him saddle us with the gendarmes while we are all drunk? They will fall upon us while we are sound asleep, and then where shall we be? We must either kill him or break his leg."
"We"ll do neither the one nor the other," said Janko; "we"ll buy him off. D--n it! let"s be gentlemen! What are you most in need of, my lad? I see your clothes are in rags. You"d better have it out in good stout cloth."
With that he lifted up one of the bales of goods and opened it. It contained scarlet cloth.
He began to measure it with his arm.
"There you have five ells of cloth for your coat and vest. Hafran, you measure him as much from your share for his hose, and you, Bajus, give him of yours for a mantle."
They fell to cursing, and curses fell as thick as hailstones; but Janko left them no peace till Hafran had clipped him off five ells of green Turkish cloth for his hose, and Bajus had contributed just as much blue English cloth for his mantle.
"But now he must give back the twelve dollars," remarked Bajus; "if his leg is not to be broken, he won"t require money for mending it."
"Not so," said Janko; "when a gentlemen has given a musician money he does not ask it back again."
"Well, all right; but at any rate you must also give him six dollars as we have done."
But Janko could not be made to see this at all.
"Why should I give him money when you"ve given him some already?
"Then I"ll smash one of his legs, for I mean to have value for my money."
The poor trumpeter tried to put an end to the dispute by instantly volunteering to return the twelve dollars; but it had like to have gone ill with him in consequence, for he thereby so deeply wounded Hafran"s pride that the robber chief at once fired his gun at him.
Fortunately Simplex ducked so nimbly that only his cap was grazed.
"What do you take us for, you b.u.mpkin? A gentleman does not ask his money back again from a musician. Either Janko must give you as much as I have given you, or I will strike you dead."