“We shall not find it, for tracks are made everywhere purposely, and the trails are misleading. It was not right to let the man go.”
“It is known that the highroad is a day’s journey distant, and in that direction,” said Biloüs.
Here he pointed with his finger to the eastern part of the forest.
“We will ride on till we pass through,—that’s what we’ll do! You think that you will be a lord when you touch the highway? Better the bullet of a robber here than a rope there.”
“How is that, father?” asked Biloüs.
“They are surely looking for us there.”
“Who, father?”
“The prince.”
Soroka was suddenly silent; and after him were silent the others, as if seized with fear.
“Oi!” said Biloüs, at last. “It is bad here and bad there; though you twist, you can’t turn.”