"If you were an Armenian peddler," was his cool retort, "you would be far more sensibly employed than at present.

But why so angry?
I offer you what you most need, food and drink; and I ask in return what we most desire, peace." "But what you offer us we can come and take in spite of you.

You three brothers are now in our hands, and we have only to send word to the people of Toroczko that, unless they lay down their arms and surrender the town, we shall hang you from the turret of St.George Castle." "There are five more of us brothers at home, and, furthermore, in order to reach St.George Castle you must push through the Gap or make your way over the Szekler Stone, and you know well enough that the men of Toroczko have held this valley in times past against the whole invading army of the Tartars." "You forget that there is still another way to reach Toroczko." "No, I do not forget it.

You mean the bridge over the Aranyos.

But our iron cannon guard that bridge, and your bushrangers are hardly the troops to take it." "Well, then, look out of yonder window toward the west.