somewhere on the road, and not on my place ? How can I travel now, how flee, when the young woman is barely alive, on the brink of serious illness?"
"The illness is all over now," answered Volodyovski. "We will put the lady in a carriage; you must both flee, for the vengeance of Radzivill spares no man."
"The lady may recover quickly," said Pan Yan.
"A comfortable carriage is ready, with horses attached, for Kmita brought it with him," said Volodyovski. "Go and tell the lady how things are, and that it is impossible to delay flight. Let her collect her strength. We must go, for before to-morrow morning Radzivill's troops may be here."
"True," answered Billevich; "I go!"
He went, and after a while returned with his niece, who had not only collected her strength, but was already dressed for the road. She had a high color on her face, and her eyes were gleaming feverishly.
"Let us go, let us go!" repeated she, entering the room.
Volodyovski went out on the porch for a moment to send men for the carriage; then he returned, and all began to make ready for the road.
Before a quarter of an hour had passed, the roll of wheels was heard outside the windows, and the stamping of horses' hoofs on the pavement with which the space before the entrance was covered.
"Let us go!" said Olenka.
"To the road!" cried the officers.
That moment the door was thrown open, and Zagloba burst into the room like a bomb.
"I have stopped the execution!" cried he.
Olenka from being ruddy became in one moment as white as chalk; she seemed ready to faint again; but no one paid attention to her, for all eyes were turned on Zagloba, who was panting like a whale, trying to catch breath.
"Have you stopped the execution " inquired Volodyovski. "Why was that?"
"Why? — Let me catch breath. This is why, — without Kmita, without that honorable cavalier, we should all of us be hanging on trees at Kyedani. Uf! we wanted to kill our benefactor, gentlemen! Uf!"
"How can that be?" cried all, at once.
"How can it be? Read this letter; in it is the answer."
Here Zagloba gave a letter to Volodyovski. He began to read, stopping every moment and looking at his comrades;
