So, at least, the county magistrates believed.
The soldiers were commanded by a lieutenant, the post-wagons were under the charge of an official accountant and a comptroller.

All the postillions were provided with pistols and it was strictly ordered that the wagons were not to travel on the high-road after six o'clock.

There was no lack of precaution, anyhow! Now when the post wagons had reached the celebrated Bridge of Piski,[45] lo, there and then, face to face, four and twenty horsemen came, riding towards them from the opposite side of the bridge and the five and twentieth was Fatia Negra.
[Footnote 45: It was here that a small band of Hungarians under Czsez and Kureny held a whole Austrian army at bay on Feb.

9, 1849 .-- _Tr._] All the four and twenty had black crape wound round their faces, their clothes had the lining turned outwards and they were well provided with swords, csakanys[46] and muskets.

Fatia Negra himself rode a vigorous black stallion and held in his hand a broad, naked sword.
[Footnote 46: Hooked axes.] The horse of the Uhlan lieutenant took fright at the sight of the black faces and began to rear, it was as much as his rider could do to prevent him from springing over the parapet of the bridge.
Fatia Negra and his band halted in the centre of the bridge and did not budge from the spot.
The lieutenant was a brave soldier, who never lost his presence of mind; he tightened the reins of his plunging horse and turning towards Black-Mask, exclaimed: "Who are you, what do you want, and why do you block up the bridge ?" A deep, thundrous manly voice replied to him from afar: "I am Fatia Negra.