Healths began to go around, and tufts to steam. All were talking, one interrupting the other; and each heard only himself, with the exception of Rekuts, who dropped his head on his breast and slumbered. Kokosinski began to sing, “She bound the flax in bundles,” noting which Uhlik took a flageolet from his bosom and accompanied him.
Ranitski, a great fencer, fenced with his naked hand against an unseen opponent, repeating in an undertone, “You thus, I thus; you cut, I strike,—one, two, three, check!”
The gigantic Kulvyets-Hippocentaurus stared fixedly for some time at Ranitski; at last he waved his hand and said: “You’re a fool! Strike your best, but still you can’t hold your own before Kmita with a sabre.”
“For no one can stand before him; but try yourself.”
“You will not win against me with a pistol.”
“For a ducat a shot.”
“A ducat! But where and at what?”
Ranitski cast his eyes around; at last he cried out, pointing at the skulls, “Between the antlers, for a ducat!”
“For what?” asked Kmita.
“Between the antlers, for two ducats, for three! Bring the pistols!”