The miller there has promised to give a signal if the road through the Torda woods is clear, and unless it is blocked by the insurgents we can push on at once to the saw-mill on the Aranyos, where a four-horse team is waiting for us with twelve mounted young men from Bagyon as escort.

But don't wrinkle your brow, we sha'n't come to bloodshed yet awhile.

A dozen Bagyon horsemen make nothing of dashing through the whole Wallachian army, and not a hair of their heads will be touched.

We shall be shot at, but from such a distance that we shall never know it.

We will tell the young lady it is the custom in our country to receive bridal parties with a volley of musketry.