Who knows what may still be on the tally for us ?" Kuni, the pale-faced girl, wrapped her bright-coloured garment tighter around her mutilated left leg, and obeyed.

Lame Jungel, too, prepared to fulfil red-haired Gitta's wish.
But Raban had glanced out, and hastily drew the cloth jerkin, patched with green and blue linen, closer through his belt, ejaculating anxiously: "Young Groland of the Council.

I know him." This exclamation induced the other vagabonds to glide along the wall to the nearest door, intending to slip out.
"A Groland ?" asked Gitta, Cyriax's wife, cowering as if threatened with a blow from an invisible hand.

"It was he--" "He ?" laughed the chain-bearer, while he crouched beside her, drawing himself into the smallest space possible.

"No, Redhead! The devil dragged the man who did that down to the lower regions long ago, on account of my tongue.