The snath is full of notches--probably the owner's record of work done and of his share in the harvest." The said owner was by this time far down the steep path.

Aaron now joined his companions, much out of breath, red in the face, and without his hat, which he had thrown away in order to run the faster.

He shouted to the fugitive to stop, and, going to the edge of the ravine, snatched up a great stone and hurled it after him.
"Oh, heavens!" cried Anna, "what have you done?
What if it should hit him ?" "If it hits him it will help him along the faster," was Aaron's reply as he caught up a second stone, smaller than the first, and sent it to overtake its fellow.

But the fleeing form was too far down the hill to serve as a good target, and Aaron's stones bounded harmlessly by.
"You might have killed him!" said Anna, reproachfully.
"And that would have been the best thing for all concerned," answered Aaron, giving his moustache a fierce pull.
"But it would have been a piece of needless cruelty," remarked Manasseh,--"and merely on account of a little hay that has not been touched, after all." "He didn't come up here to steal hay; he is one of Diurbanu's spies." "But what, pray, could he spy out here ?" "What could he spy out?
Oh, just see how sharp my brother Manasseh is! My fortifications and armament are on the Szekler Stone.

Yes, you may laugh now, but you won't laugh when you come to learn their value.