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been received, and was supposed to haye given satisfaction, for Mitsos had fallen in with one of the Turkish soldiers who had taken it, who reported that the matter was to be left entirely in Petrobey's hands, which seemed a mark of confidence in his fidelity. Also, the meeting of primates and bishops at Tripoli, which usually took place at the beginning of April, was summoned for the beginning of March. Lastly, Mehemet Salik was fortifying with feverish haste the walls of the city.
Mitsos had spent the second night at Sparta; the third at Marathonisi, a town on the coust; and the noon of the fourth day saw him climbing the steep hill into Panitza. His horse was tired with the four days' journey, and a couple of miles below the village he got off and walked behind it, cracking his whip every now and then, partly to encourage it, and partly because he could crack a whip louder than mortal man. Petrobey, who was outside the big café at the entrance to the village, saw the tired horse and the extremely vigorous-looking young giant walking by its side as they passed, and, after a few moments' inspection, said to a young man who was sitting with him:
"That is he, no doubt. Nicholas seems to have chosen well."
The two got up and followed the boy till he, seeing them, stopped and asked for Petros Mavromichales's house.
"And what do you want with Petrobey?" asked that gentleman,
Mitsos surveyed him with easy indifference, raising his eyebrows slightly at tho question.
"See, friend," he said, "I have my business, and you, for all I know, have yours. If you will tell me
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