«We know not.»
«Who are against the prince,--what squadrons?»
«First, these Hungarians evidently, two hundred men; then a number of detached men from the commands of Mirski and Stankyevich; some nobles and Kmita,--but he is uncertain.»
«God grant him!--By God›s mercy!--Too few, too few.»
«These Hungarians are as good as two regiments, old soldiers and tried. But wait! They are lighting the matches at the cannon; it looks like a battle!»
Yan and Stanislav were silent; Zagloba was writhing as in a fever,--
«Slay the traitors! Slay the dog-brothers! Ai, Kmita! Kmita! All depends on him. Is he daring?»
«As the devil,--ready for anything.»
«It must be that he will take our side.»
«Mutiny in the army! See to what the hetman has brought things!» cried Volodyovski.
«Who is the mutineer,-
