"Well, they cared more for closing the club than for seizing us; but were a man to go now, beyond doubt they would seize him."
"But whither are ye going?"
"We are going with a watchword of alarm; the clans send a fiery cross—"
"Speak low, I beg thee!"
"Yes, valiant Roderic."
"True, true," interrupted Vasilkevich; "we are on the way to warn others, so farewell, or go with us."
"I cannot."
"Where wilt thou go?"
"To Pani Helena's."
"Farewell."