begun to throw out the sacks, when suddenly Kmita's voice thundered, —
"Stop!"
And Kmita, supporting his command by his hand, fell to slashing them with the flat of his bloody sabre.
Kosma and Damian sprang quickly aside.
"Cannot we take them, your grace?" asked the old man, submissively.
"Stand back!" cried Kmita. "Find the starosta for me."
Kosma and Damian rushed to the search in a moment, and behind them their father; in a quarter of an hour they came bringing Jendzian, who, when he saw Kmita, bowed low and said, —
"With the permission of your grace, I will say that wrong is done me here, for I did not attack any man, and to visit acquaintances, as I am going to do, is free to all."
Kmita, resting on his sabre, breathed heavily and was silent; Jendzian continued, —
"I did no harm here either to the Swedes or the prince hetman. I was only going to Pan Volodyovski, my old acquaintance; we campaigned together in Kussia. Why should I seek a quarrel? I have not been in Kyedani, and what took place there is nothing to me. I am trying to carry off a sound skin; and what God has given me should not be lost, for I did not steal it, but earned it in the sweat of my brow. I have nothing to do with this whole question! Let me go free, your great mightiness — "
Kmita breathed heavily, looking absently at Jendzian all the time.
"I beg humbly, your great mightiness," began the starosta again. "Your great mightiness saw that I did not know those people, and was not a friend of theirs. They fell upon your grace, and now they have their pay; but why should I be made to suffer? Why should my property be lost? How am I to blame? If it cannot be otherwise, I will pay a ransom to the soldiers of your great mightiness, though there is not much remaining to me, poor man. I will give them a thaler apiece, so that their labor be not lost, — I will give them two; and your great mightiness will receive from me also — "
"Cover the wagons!" cried Kmita, suddenly. "But do you take the wounded men and go to the devil!"
