“Volodyovski, an officer of Prince Yeremi,“ answered Jendzian, calmly.
“If I could get my hands on Volodyovski, I would pay him for our falcon. I'd pull him out of his skin.“
Volodyovski at this moved his oat-colored mustaches, and looked at Burlai with such a look as a hound gives a wolf which he is not permitted to seize by the throat; and Jendzian said,--
“That's why I give you his name, Colonel.“
“The devil will have real fun with that fellow Jendzian,“ thought Zagloba.
“But,“ continued Jendzian, “he is not so much to blame himself, for Bogun challenged him without knowing what a sabre he was summoning. There was another noble there, the greatest enemy of Bogun, who had once snatched the princess from his hands.“
“And who is he?“
“Oh, he is an old sot who used to hang around our
