“It is disgusting to hear him,“ interrupted the Lithuanian.
“And I don't wonder at him,“ continued Zagloba, pointing at Volodyovski. “He will jump on a Cossack's bootleg, or hold to his trousers as a burr does to a dog's tail, and get through quicker than any of us. The Holy Spirit has not shone upon either of the two; but that you, instead of restraining their madness, should add excitement to it, that you are going yourself, and wish to expose us four to certain death and t*****e,--that is the final blow! Tfu! I did not expect this of an officer whom the prince himself has esteemed a valiant knight.“
“How four?“ asked Skshetuski, in astonishment. “Do you want to go?“
“Yes!“ cried Zagloba, beating his breast with his fists, “I will go. If any of you go, or all go together, I will go to
