you hear him breaking the branches with his antlers? We were afraid of him, and he is afraid of us.'
They went on. The Great Bear was already setting. It was near morning, and they did not know whether they were going the right way or not. Zhílin thought it was the way he had been brought by the Tartars, and that they were still some seven miles from the Russian fort; but he had nothing certain to go by, and at night one easily mistakes the way. After a time they came to a clearing. Kostílin sat down and said: 'Do as you like, I can go no farther! My feet won't carry me.'
Zhílin tried to persuade him.
'No, I shall never get there; I can't!'
Zhílin grew angry, and spoke roughly to him.
'Well, then, I shall go on alone. Good-bye!'
Kostílin jumped up and followed. They went another three miles. The mist in the wood had settled down still more densely; they could not see a yard before them, and the stars had grown dim.
Suddenly they heard the sound of a horse's hoofs in front of them. They heard its shoes strike the stones. Zhílin lay down flat, and listened with his ear to the ground.
'Yes, so it is! A horseman is coming towards us.'
They ran off the path, crouched among the bushes, and waited. Zhílin crept to the road, looked, and saw a Tartar on horseback driving a cow and humming to himself. The Tartar rode past. Zhílin returned to Kostílin.
'God has led him past us; get up and let's go on!'
Kostílin tried to rise, but fell back again.
'I can't; on my word I can't! I have no strength left.'
He was heavy and stout, and had been perspiring freely. Chilled by the mist, and with his feet all bleeding, he had grown quite limp.
Zhílin tried to lift him, when suddenly Kostílin screamed out: 'Oh, how it hurts!'
Zhílin's heart sank.
