We were all amazed.
“Take your weapons! Surround the house! Be careful all of you—they’ll defend themselves!” commanded the head of the village.
“Give me the ax!” suggested Trino. “Here are your pistols lying on the floor.”
In fact on the floor were three, four pistols. Trino tried to open the door but it did not yield. He lifted the ax, and struck with the back of it against the door, which fell open. At that instant a shot came from there, grazing his head, taking away his cap, and then hitting the ceiling. We had completely forgotten the two pistols belonging to Zivko which hung on the walls of that room.
“Now go ahead, brothers!” commanded the head man of the village. “Go ahead! City clerk, have you a weapon?”
Despite the city clerk, the robbers showed an inclination to defend themselves, but when Trino threatened with the ax they threw away their yatagans and surrendered.
They had already made a hole in the wall with their knives, and if we had delayed they would have escaped. We captured them. We found we
