Jendzian pulled him by the sleeve from behind. “My master!“
“Well!“ said Zagloba, displeased that the course of his thoughts was interrupted.
“Did you not see a wolf spring across before us?“
“What of that?“
“But was it only a wolf?“
“Kiss him on the snout.“
At this moment Volodyovski reined in his horse. “Have we lost the road,“ he asked, “for it should be here?“
“No, we have not,“ answered Jendzian; “we are going as Bogun directed. I wish to God it were all over.“
“It will not be long, if we ride well.“
“I want to tell you another thing. When I am talking to the witch keep an eye on Cheremís; he must be a terribly nasty fellow, but shoots fearfully with his musket.“
“Oh, cavalry, don't be afraid!“
They had barely gone some yards when the horses pricked up their ears and snorte
