"
Janos now appeared and, with a very grave face, handed his master the
revolver.
"Now, my lad," Abonyi ordered, "run over to the town-hall, bring a pair
of strong hand-cuffs and the little judge,[2] the rascal will be put in
irons."
Pista had again heard and remained silent because he had perceived that
blustering and raging were useless. So he stood inside and Abonyi
outside of the door, both gazing sullenly into vacancy in excited
anticipation. The gardener, who was laying out a flower-bed which
surrounded three sides of the fountain in the centre of the courtyard,
had witnessed the whole scene from the beginning, but remained at his
work, apparently without interest.
The town-hall was only a hundred paces distant. In less than five
minutes Janos returned with the beadle. Abonyi now retreated a few
steps, aimed the revolver, and ordered the beadle to open the door.
The bolt flew back, the sides of the folding door rattled apart, and
Pista was seen on the threshold with his hideous, still horribly
distorted face, the pitchfork yet in his right hand.
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