“Skshetuski! By the living God, it is Skshetuski!”
The lieutenant did not move.
“But, Lieutenant, don’t you know me? I am Bykhovets. What is the matter with you?”
The lieutenant was silent.
“Rouse yourself, for God’s sake! Here, comrade, come to your mind!”
This was really Pan Bykhovets, who was marching in the vanguard of all Vishnyevetski’s forces.
Other regiments came up. News of the discovery of Pan Yan spread like lightning in the regiments, therefore all hurried to greet their favorite comrade. Little Volodyovski, the two Sleshinskis, Dzik, Orpishevski, Migurski, Yakubovich, Lents, Pan Longin Podbipienta, and a number of other officers ran as fast as they could to the eminence. But they spoke in vain to him, called him by name, pulled him by the shoulders, tried to raise him up
