He found he could hire three good houses for it in the neighbouring town of Szeged, and he was quite satisfied.
As for the young gentleman, if he had no wish to be burnt, he had nothing for it but to huddle himself in his mantle, whistle for his long-legged steed, mount on its back, and allow himself to be taken back to his carriage.
"You have driven me out of this inn; I'll drive you out of the world," he murmured between his teeth, as his human steed with squelching boots tramped along with him through the endless mud.

By the light of the fire the two men, one on the back of the other, resembled a half-submerged giant.
And thus ended the fateful encounter of the two kinsmen at the "Break-'em-tear-'em" _csarda_..