“And who wrote? Don’t you know?”
“The prince wrote to the koshevoi, for his seal was on the letter; who wrote to you is unknown.”
“God guard us!”
“If they don’t call you a friend of the Poles openly, nothing will come of it.”
“God guard us!” repeated Tatarchuk.
“It is evident that you have something on your mind.”
“Pshaw! I have nothing on my mind.”
“The koshevoi, too, may destroy all the letters, for his own head is concerned. There was a letter to him as well as to you.”
“He may.”
“But if you have done anything, then--” here the old inspector lowered his voice still more--”go away!”
“But how and where?” asked Tatarchuk, uneasily. “The koshevoi has placed guards on all the islands, so that no one may escape to the Poles and let them know what is going on. The Tartars are on guar
