“Take your places, gentlemen,” said he.
“Some one is sitting there already,” said Zagloba, clambering up. “But our packs?”
“They are under the straw,” said Kovalski; “hurry, hurry!”
“But who are sitting here?” asked Zagloba, looking at dark figures stretched on the straw.
“Mirski, Stankyevich, Oskyerko,” answered voices.
“Volodyovski, Yan and Stanislav Skshetuski, and Zagloba,” answered our knights.
“With the forehead, with the forehead!”
“With the forehead! We are travelling in honorable company. And whither are they taking us, do you know, gentlemen?”
“You are going to Birji,” said Kovalski.
When he said this, he gave the command. A convoy of fifty dragoons surrounded the wagon and moved on. The prisoners began to converse in a low voice.