to lie down and drink eagerly, for he was intolerably thirsty.
"Splendid water!" he said, wiping his mouth. "This is a good place to rest in."
"No, better run farther; perhaps we are being followed," said a voice immediately behind him.
Thomas started and turned; before him stood Javtuch.
"This devil of a Javtuch!" he thought. "I should like to seize him by the feet and smash his hang-dog face against the trunk of a tree."
"Why did you go round such a long way?" continued Javtuch. "You had much better have chosen the path by which I came; it leads directly by the stable. Besides, it is a pity about your coat. Such splendid cloth! How much did it cost an ell? Well, we have had a long enough walk; it is time to go home."
The philosopher followed Javtuch in a very depressed state.
"Now the accursed witch will attack me in earnest," he thought. "But what have I really to fear? Am I not a Cossack? I have read the prayers for two nights already; with God's help I will get through the third night also. It is plain that the witch must have a terrible load of guilt upon her, else the evil one would not help her so much."
Feeling somewhat encouraged by these reflec-
