“What do you think now, Michael?” asked Zagloba.
He raised his face, already collected, and answered with a voice as calm as if he had met no disappointment in his hopes,—
“I will go to Kamenyets. What have I to think?”
And it might have seemed that nothing else had ever been in his head.
After a while his mustaches quivered, and he said,—
“Hei! dear comrades, we will go to Kamenyets, but we will not yield it.”
“Unless we fall there,” said the officers. “One death to a man.”
Zagloba was silent for some time; casting his eyes on those present, and seeing that all were waiting for what he would say, he puffed all at once, and said,—
“I will go with you. Devil take it!”