“How is this? Do you want to leave me?” asked the astonished Volodyovski.
“Pan Commandant, we made a vow against that son of a such a one; and perhaps he may come into our hands.”
“True! Pan Zagloba has told me of that,” answered the little knight.
Lusnia turned to Novoveski,—
“Pan Commandant!”
“What is your wish?”
“If we get him, may I take care of him?”
Such a fierce, beastly venom was depicted on the face of the Mazovian that Novoveski inclined at once to Volodyovski, and said entreatingly,—
“Your grace, let me have this man!”
Pan Michael did not think of refusing; and that same evening, about dusk, a hundred horsemen, with Novoveski at their head, set out on the journey.