"Somebody will hear that," he observed and cleared his throat for another effort.
A number of persons heard it, and at the first repetition of the yell, two or three windows were angrily opened. A head in a white nightcap looked out from the first story.
"What do you want at this hour of the night?" asked the owner of the nightcap, already in a rage.
"I want Herr Fischelowitz, who lives in this house," answered the Cossack, firmly.
"Do you live here? Are you shut out?"
"No—we only want—"
"Then go to the devil!" roared the infuriated German, shutting his window again with a vicious slam. A grunt of satisfaction from other directions was followed by the shutting of other windows, and presently all was silent again.
"I am afraid they sleep at the back of the house," said Vjera, growing despondent at last.
"I am afraid so, too," answered Johann Schmidt, proudly conscious that the noise he had made would have disturbed the slumbers of the Seven Sleepers of Ephesus.