But since even that hiding-place did not seem to him safe for other reasons, he wished to discover what course to take; therefore he ordered the soldiers to stand guard at the door and the windows, and said to the pitch-maker,—
“Here, man, take a lantern and come with me.”
“I can light the great mighty lord only with a pitch-torch, for we have no lantern.”
“Then light the torch; if thou burn the shed and the horses, it is all one to me.”
After such words a lantern was found right away. Soroka commanded the fellow to go ahead, and followed himself with a pistol in his hand.
“Who live in this cabin?” asked he on the road.
“Men live here.”
“What are their names?”
“That is not free for me to say.”
“It seems to me, fellow, that thou’lt get a bullet in thy head.”