“Saddle the horses!” cried he.
“They are saddled.”
“Fasten on the packs!”
“They are fastened.”
“A ducat a man!” cried the young colonel, who in spite of all his fever and excitement saw that those soldiers had guessed his thought quickly.
“We give thanks, Commander!” cried all in chorus.
“Two men will take the pack-horses and go out of the place immediately toward Dembova. Go slowly through the town; outside the town put the horses on a gallop, and stop not till the forest is reached.”
“According to command!”
“Four others load their pistols. For me saddle two horses, and let another be ready.”
“I knew there would be something!” muttered Soroka.