“Well, since she is not with Krívonos nor in Kieff, where is she?”
“There’s the difficulty.”
“If you have worked it out, then tell me quickly, for fire is burning me,” said Skshetuski.
“Beyond Yampol,” said Zagloba, and rolled his one sound eye triumphantly.
“How do you know?” inquired Volodyovski.
“How do I know? Here is how: I was sitting in the stable,--for that brigand had me shut up in the stable, may the wild boars rip him!--and the Cossacks were talking among themselves all around. I put my ear to the wall then, and what did I hear? ‘Now maybe the ataman will go beyond Yampol,’ said one; and then the other answered, ‘Be silent, if your young head is dear to you!’ I’ll give my neck that she is beyond Yampol.”
“Oh, as sure as God is in heaven!” cried Volodyovski.
“He did not ta
