“What is that?“ thought Krechovski. “The first attack is repulsed, or maybe Kudák is taken?“
But that was unlikely. No; the beaten Cossacks were lying somewhere at a distance from the fortress, l*****g their wounds, and the one-eyed Grodzitski was looking at them through the port-hole, aiming his guns anew. tomorrow they would repeat the storm, and again break their teeth. The day had now come. Krechovski roused the men in his own boat, and sent a boat for Flick. Flick came at once.
“Colonel,“ said Krechovski, “if the castellan does not come before evening, and if the storm is repeated during the night, we will move to the relief of the fortress.“
“My men are ready,“ answered Flick.
“Issue powder and balls to them.“
“I have done so.“
“We land during the night and go by the steppe in
