CHAPTER XI. — THE REBEL CAMP.
I left the General and made haste to return home.
Savéliitch greeted me with his usual remonstrances—
"What pleasure can you find, sir, in fighting with these drunken robbers? Is it the business of a 'boyár?' The stars are not always propitious, and you will only get killed for naught. Now if you were making war with Turks or Swedes! But I'm ashamed even to talk of these fellows with whom you are fighting."
I interrupted his speech.
"How much money have I in all?"
"Quite enough," replied he, with a complacent and satisfied air. "It was all very well for the rascals to hunt everywhere, but I over-reached them."
Thus saying he drew from his pocket a long knitted purse, all full of silver pieces.