re standing in astonishment before us.
Anyone could see they could not comprehend what they had seen by
peeping through the window.

"I am here," said Moczli, touching the brim of his hat, "where shall I
drive, sir?"

"Just drive where you were told to," said Lorand, "take him for whom you
were sent, to her who sent you for him.--I am going in another
direction."

At these words Marton grasped my arm so savagely I almost cried out with
pain. It was his peculiar method of showing his approval.

"Very good, sir," said Moczli, without asking any further questions, and
clambering up onto the box.

"Stop a moment," Lorand exclaimed, taking out his purse. "Let no one say
that you were paid for any services you did me with other people's
money."

"Wha-at?" roughly grumbled Moczli. "Pay me? Am I a 'Hanak fuvaros'[51]
that someone should pay me for helping a 'juratus' to escape? That has
never happened yet."

[Footnote 51: A Slavonian coachman who hires out his coach and
carriages.]

With that he whipped up his horses, and drove out of the courtyard.

"That's the trump for you," said Marton, "that's Moczli. I know Moczli,
he's a sharp fellow, without him we should never have found our way
here. Well, sir, and whither now?"

This remark was made to Lorand. My brother was acquainted with the
jesting old fellow, and had often heard his humorous anecdotes, when he
came to see me.

"At all events away from Pressburg, old man."

"But which way? I think the best would be over the bridge, through the
park."

"But very many people pass there. Someone might recognize me."

"Then straight along the Danube, down-stream; by morning you will reach
the ferry at Muehlau, where they will ferry you over for two kreuzers.
Have you some change? You must always have that. Men on foot must
always pay in copper, or they will be suspected. It's a pity I didn't
know sooner, I could have lent you a passport. You might have travelled
as a baker's assistant."

"I shall travel as a 'legatus.'[52]"

[Footnote 52: A travelling preacher. A kind of missionary sent out by
the "Legatio."]

"That will do finely."

Meantime we reached the end of the street. Lorand wished to bid us
farewell.

"Oho!" said Marton, "we shall accompany you to the outskirts of the
town; we cannot leave you alone until you are in a secure place, on the
high-road. Do you know what? You two go on in advance and I shall remain
close behind, pretending to be a litt