It has been my turn to watch these last two days." "I am right you see; he is not here," said the girl.
"He _is_ here, I tell you." "Come Onucz," said the youth, "can Black Face make himself invisible then?
He could not pass here without my knowing it!" "What do you know about it ?" answered the old man, adjusting himself on the bolting-hutch.

"Let the mill go!" As now the revolving disc or platform began to move, the machinery stood still, yet the millstone together with the bolting-hutch began slowly to sink downwards together with those sitting upon it, and after some moments, disappeared entirely into a dark gulf, the chain unwinding and rattling after it.

Suddenly from the depths below resounded the old man's voice: "Halt!" Then Paul stopped the mill, hung the chain in an iron ring and the machinery once more set in motion, raised the millstone up, Paul fastened the revolving disc to it and it began to rattle round again so furiously that sparks flew out of it.

Now whoever had any meal to grind might come, he was quite ready for them.
It was a huge subterraneous cavern into which Onucz and Anicza had descended.

At the bottom of this hollow flowed a branch of the mountain stream which turned the mill and indeed was diverted thither by means of wooden pipes.