But the distance between him and the prince not only did not decrease a single inch, but began to increase.
“Woe!” thought Pan Andrei, “no horse on earth can overtake that one.”
And when after a few springs the distance increased still more, he straightened himself in the saddle, let the sword drop on its pendant, and putting his hands around his mouth, shouted in a trumpet-like voice: “Flee, traitor, flee before Kmita! I will get you, if not to-day, to-morrow.”
These words had barely sounded in the air, when on a sudden the prince, who heard them, looked around, and seeing that Kmita alone was pursuing, instead of fleeing farther described a circle, and with rapier in hand rushed upon him.
Pan Andrei gave forth a terrible cry of joy, and without lessening speed raised his sabre for a
